Dawnlark Plains when god falls fast asleep

adi had just finished patrolling the borders and was headed back to the den when he saw the little form emerge. picking up his pace into a slow trot, he waltzed over, head cocked in curiosity. it was only when his gaze picked up the solemn look upon river's face did he pull to a slow walk, approaching with a gentle expression of his own.

"mithra," he called softly, ears canted forward. mithra. his uncle had called him that in his youth. the friendly one, the happy one. river had seemed the most buoyant of the trio; now, in the aftermath of grayday's death, it seemed as if all the air had been sucked out of the boy. he gave river's cheek the slightest of nudges with his muzzle. "kaise ho? where are you going?"