salt in the wound

The Warlord moved about the cave that Ophie called home. Going through her belongings in a way he normally would not. He believed in the privacy of his children, of their freedom and independence. But if she was missing, he would tear about the world to find her. Three litters, enough children to lose count in a crowd. But he had never lost one before, and he did not plan to start now.

He heard Kaija sigh, and looked over at the tusked girl. “So, how did you and Ophie meet?” He asked, trying to get her mind off her worries as he pulled apart Ophie’s bedding. Setting it for a timeline, and any hint of where she had last been.


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