Dark Horizons [event thread]

Amarant was nearby, he could smell Rune approaching the den sites. But he wasn't too worried about him being here, this was his pack after all. But then he heard the voice of an undetermined male, as well as Warja. Even though there was nothing to hide, Amarant could barley hear what Uncle Rune was talking about. Thinking that they were trying to keep quiet, even though they spoke in normal tones, Amarant would come from behind one of the dens, his neck low between his shoulders.

"Uncle Rune... Is something wrong?"

Sure he could hear the winds and thunder, but he didn't feel threatened by them. His eyes looked a bit scared, and he didn't look at anyone but Rune. He questioned with those pale emerald optics, and hoped that no information was spared from his young mind. He was almost half a year old, he could handle it.