Lost and found

Sensitive ears flickered at the sound of paw steps, that nose taking in an all too familiar scent, save for the doe itself. So, he did find her and yet the wraith could not help but wonder - how had her taken her disappearance, her brood for that matter? Simply she had upped and vanished, taking a child with her along the way; one that had attempted to follow her at first before being picked up and taken with. He would remain silent as he approached, that head did not lift nor did those eyes open even as he laid the doe before her. Ears flickered once as those eyes opened finally, only to look at his face. “That can wait; you cannot.” She said lightly, waiting to hear him talk, for him to lash out in anger, grief or anguish, until ten she would not touch the doe. The dull ache in her stomach was not forgotten, nor would it be after so long with little to no food.

“And in the dark I can hear your heart beat.”