Charred Ash Draw Ghoulies and ghosties and long legged beasties

You're tucked in your den when something goes bump in the night -- but when you get out to investigate, there's neither hide nor hair of a trespasser!

The things we left unsaid are only taking space up in our heads

Suka Tainn

It was an almighty crash that drew the golden child from the den. Treyah was missing, that in itself was enough to make the young wolf worry. Ever since their mother had wandered off his sister had been an almost constant presence, always telling them where she was going and when she would be back. She had been even busier lately, the shift had been a subtle one but it was enough for the sharp boy to notice. Once again the ranks had changed, but this time, Treyah didn't seem to be happy about it.

So who was he supposed to go to to figure out what all that noise outside was? Well, he'd just have to see to it himself obviously. If there was a bear this close to the den the adults would need to be told, or maybe it was something they could eat? The scent was not a familiar one so he stalked forward fearlessly none the less. "Who're you?"