Witch's Marsh Ascend

Approach. Child or not, he felt anger. Protection fell down deep in his teeth, and at @Mae, he came to a fall with his feet and a snap in order to warn her back. His. Until he understood. Until he trusted. These thieves, perhaps murderers, approaching this newborn. Regardless, he could not see clearly. He saw a child, a dead mother, and her other two whelps that rested lifeless on the ground.

This frail one. The one he knew no name of, nor did he any here, but @Qiao. He felt trust in her. A child could not carry another child back.