Lone Star Mountain see in the dark

It was curious to the man of pale fur that so many children ran amok in these wilds without parent or guardian to herd them and protect them. Were these two separated from kith and kin as Miwa was, or had they strayed from their flock with purpose? Sharing the look with his brother, Stjornuati motioned that they move in to see what was afoot. There was an internal hesitation, a lingering doubt that these two were truly alone as Miwa had been, but they would not discover the meaning of this unless they approached.

Long legs carried him across the steeped planes of the mountain, head low to the ground as his nose caught the feathers of their scent and led him near. Like spectres in the night, the two brothers closed in, one from one side and one from the other, so that if they pups scattered, they would be easy to catch. Litlu börnin, are you lost? He asked, drawin gin their scent. The scent of others had faded some but still hung about them like cloaks of bright red. Curiouser and curiouser.