Veho’s alert chilled the young wolf to the bone. Yes, he knew that Joan’s disappearance wasn’t good, but he too sometimes felt the need to explore – it didn’t worry him as much as Oula’s had. She only intended to be gone for a short while, but even then, the boy simply assumed she’d gotten distracted. At worst, perhaps his mother had twisted an ankle and was slow on return; never, in one hundred lifetimes, had he imagined any wolf would do this to another.
He was grateful, more than words could express, that his packmate had found him. It took all his social skills not to just hurl his body at Tyne; even then, he trotted close, anxiety written all over his fine features as he give an over emphasized shrug. “No. But I think she was with my dad,” he muttered softly, his mismatched eyes ringed with white. But the other wolf’s suggestion made sense, even if his friend hadn’t been with the male alpha. There was no place safer, right?
Felix swallowed hard, and give Tyne an aggressive nod. “Yeah. I mean, if you don’t mind,” he murmured, ears plastered against his skull. There was little he wanted more than one parent. Just one would do.