Whitefish River Erlkönig

Behind Reyson was Rhonen, and behind Rhonen was Deja. The boy was a size smaller than his brother and didn’t possess the same impressive stature his budding sibling had already begun to show. But what he lacked in physical aptitude, he made up for in wit.

Bright-eyed, Deja soaked up his father’s mannerisms. How he watched and studied the prey.

Then, another pack appeared. Tamar swiftly greeted them. Deja pocketed away how a leader acted with diplomacy. His tail waved, friendly, when his eyes found the other kids. All, but one, seem interested.