When Seconds Tick By

She obediently tore into the hare under his watchful gaze, and Gryphon sat beside her, pleased. His questions seemed to have touched a chord though, as Avalon left the meal unfinished to consider his words and reply. Gryphon frowned disapprovingly at the uneaten portion, but said nothing as he listened.

He did listen carefully, if somewhat confusedly, to her broken and rambling speech pattern. One thing caught his attention though. "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously. "About Lykos. What happened?" Had his littermate disappeared, like their father had? Not knowing the whole story as his mother saw it, Gryphon could not immediately grasp the meaning of her cryptic statement, but he settled himself at her side and offered his shoulder's support, willing to hear her out. "I had wondered about the scar - I assumed it had something to do with the trespasser I scented. Maybe you should start at the beginning?" he suggested gently.