Moonspear BWP5—siren

If he noticed the scowl on Hydra's face, Dragomir gave no indication as he closed the gap between them. He motioned with a forward jab of his snout that they didn't need to stop to have this conversation—he would follow her up the mountain if that's where she meant to go, limp and pain be damned.

I could smell my mother near here, he said, making a genuine effort to hide the turmoil from his voice at the mention of her. Most likely he failed, and if his voice didn't give him away, then the wrinkling of his muzzle would betray his inner feelings. If only it was so easy to forget her existence and move on like none of it bothered him, but Dragomir had ever suffered from separation anxiety, and that made all of this so much harder for him.

Do you know why she was here? He hoped the answer was something more reasonable than Aurëwen skulking around hoping to catch a glimpse of the children she'd abandoned, otherwise he wasn't sure he could keep his temper in check.