Kildeer Rest otter boy

the boy's name—ghelan—settled into her mind. she repeated it under her breath, as if testing its weight. her silvered eyes swept over him, taking in the tension in his stance and the storm in his gaze. a boy burdened with more than he should carry.

sun eater... no. not speak you, she said in her broken lanzadoii, her voice quiet but steady, as though careful not to fan the embers of his anger. she shook her head gently, her long fur shifting with the motion.

her eyes flickered to the rabbit at his paws. he keep much here, she murmured, gesturing faintly to the horizon, as though referring to the chieftain’s many responsibilities. she did not add that she had wondered why a father would not speak of his son. that was not for her to assume, not here, not now.

instead, she lowered herself slightly, a subtle act meant to ease the space between them. her voice softened further. you look...sad. why?