Two Rivers Isle AND I'M LIKE; YOU SON OF A FUCKING MALFOY

Pyro was on the edge of shaking when his father entered the den. He looked exactly the way he did when Pyro fell into the river, and the memories brought a soft whimper out of him. Was he alright? Did he get eaten by the river too? Was the world truly falling apart?

It all happened so fast that all Pyro could do was curl around himself right between mom's warmth and Vas' protection, and hope that somehow he wouldn't die. That was when mom's sweet voice hummed around him, and his ears pricked up to listed at the tunes. He didn't get all the words, but he got the message. There was nothing to be afraid of, and his nerves started calming down slowly as his mother's voice drove him to peace. The rain didn't sound scary anymore, instead each droplet's ding started resembling a chorus to Malice's lullaby.

The once frightened brown pup lifted his head, ears swiveling back and forth to better catch the many sounds that sounded around him. He looked around with renewed curiosity and dared untangle himself from his mother's embrace to inspect the phenomenon from up close, but not without first yipping in request for Vassago's company.