Hideaway Strath A vulture in a suit and tie

Another child in trouble? War stood some feet away when she saw a scarred male cross dangerous territory and soon after a child following. War blinked. Was that his? She began walking toward the scene, closer and now within sight of the pup. A small one, then again everyone looked small to her. The gigantic female walked up next to the child and leaned forward and attempted with the outmost care that War possibly could muster to collect the child.

She was not a mother, never had been, likely never would be, so where to grab the pup was not knowledge she had. Instead she collected it around its body and with outmost care she tried to lift it up, if it did not squirm or kick her. If the child fought her War would let it go. If the child let her she would collect it, and with long strides through the mud catch up to the male who was now several feet away and almost out of sight.

War was not a caregiver, but she attempted to be gentle when running up to the male with his, eh pup. If it was his? War would grumble to get his attention, try and make him stop his determined stride through the mud. War did not mind getting muddy, getting dirty was part of the job description for her, but carrying children were not.

If she caught the male’s attention she would find a dry spot to put the child onto and look at the male with an emotionless face. ”Yours?” A question. She looked at the pup and at him again. They certainly had some resemblance.