Crazy Aunt

In the darkness of a dream the mind of the young Lord would conjure up magical beasts with jaws that were home to razor teeth. They would move in an unnatural ways maybe a limp or be severely hunched over. Soon the breathing would increase rapidly and become gasps of breath. But on awakening, despite the nightmare ending, he realize that the nightmare might have been real due to his sisters screams.  A ghastly feeling of being watched by invisible eyes prolongs an uneasy feeling and the pup rose to his full height, smaller than his siblings. Something was outside their den and their mother scent was faint. Realization washed over him like ice water, she was not around. Where was she? And more importantly, who was outside? His dual colored optics widened as Banshee, the oldest, took the first steps towards the intruder. Don't go there. the boy whispered low in his throat towards her, What if it is really a monster? he questioned, hanging his regalia low but his question fell upon deaf ears fore his sister was already ready for a fight if her stance was something to analyze. A quick gaze upon Recluse and he was on her trail, pace as quiet as a mouse and his ears flattened agains his regalia. He did not bare his canines but he was behind her, ready to stand with her and protect what was their newly appointed den. He remained behind Banshee, he could not see what she saw however he knew that he met gaze with whatever was out there. What is it, Banshee?