Dragoncrest Cliffs inside the lines

By the time the rest of them left, leaving he and his brother to take care of what is left behind, Arlo can’t help the feeling of helplessness. He’d earned his way to the front lines back in Trigeda only to get stuck in the backseat in Drageda. Even the newer wolves got to go before him. Melchior is quick to reassure him that this is equally as important. He wrinkles his nose but brushes it off, turning to leave his brother by the forest to find one of the mothers left behind he is to keep safe.
 
He doesn’t suspect any danger will come but that doesn’t mean he takes it any less seriously. It doesn’t feel like that long ago, he’d been young and lost—and now he just feels old and lost.
 
“@Portia?” he calls out into the cavern once he’s inside, turning his head to search for the peppered black and white woman. “@Wildfire?”