Waning Morning

Shifting from paw to paw Maeva worked to release her nerves. Every day, every hour, every minute seemed to make the fear inside of her belly grow. She was almost certain Eilan was ok. He was a smart boy, well-trained if she did say so herself but this mothering instinct made her worry all the same. A six-month old shouldn't be wandering around alone and she could only hope that a pack somewhere had taken him in.

Her focus quickly moved to the blue-eyed man approaching her. He introduced himself and she returned his greeting. "A pleasure Leo, I am Maeva Skaldbjorn. Eilan, my six month old son has run-away from home and I wish to find him. His coat is of tan and brown with four black stockings and green eyes. I don't suppose you've seen him by chance? I am willing to trade for information if necessary."

"Speech"