Ahhhh!!!

Relinquishing her charge to her daughter, Iolaire asked what happened. The giant woman happened to catch a glance from the boy. It seemed as though he didn't wish for the truth to be known. The scarred wolf furrowed her brow, but she could respect wanting to keep such a thing secret. "Mortis stumbled off of a cliff." She watched as the small healer tended to the boy and couldn't help but think that Iolaire would have made a great mother had nature not formed her broken and unable.

A few moments later, Io asked if she would call for the boys mother. With a nod, the older fae left the den. Raising her muzzle, she called for the Armada leader with one long, low howl. Leaving Iolaire to tend to the child, she waited outside the den to intercept the mother.