Qeya River Twilight

The scent persisted, and grew. Ksura heart battered wildly against his chest, and when he set eyes on his son his vision was quickly blurred with tears. His ears fell back, and tail swept in an arc so wide that he fanned his own ribcage with the paintbrush-tip of it. Needless to say, he was shocked and ground to a standstill when his own son rebuked him.

I- Darrow wasn’t happy to see him at all. Not even relieved. He shook his head, flabbergasted. Darrow! He repeated, as if trying to snap his son out of a daze- himself, too. I’m still Ksura, they just wanna have a pack-given name, He said. Of course, he wasn’t Ksura or Sheep Killer now, he was Ridgeback. The names would be explainable. 

Son- The heavy news of his mother was pushed back in his mind as he stepped forward, a brittle but honest smile on his features. Eyes filled with trembling tears. Where were you? I searched, but…Where did you go?