Lampróg San Oíche

A very angry sounding growl from the shadows of the ravine said that Surreal had indeed woken up to find her younger son absent from her side. The silver timber mother stalked out of the shadows, mismatched eyes of gold and blue burning into the similarly colored young pups back. "Tá tú, fear óg, tá bunaithe. Má bhí tú i ndáiríre a fheiceáil na réaltaí, ba chóir duit a d'iarr mé. Ba mhaith liom gladly ag teacht amach le leat agus a léirítear agat. Ná sneak riamh amach gan insint dom arís go dtí go bhfuil tú ag yearling, Tórnach Adravendi." Came her terse words, disappointment heavy in her voice.

She sought to place her paws on either side of the boy, turning her attention to Arian. ”Good evening, my niece. What brings you here at such a late hour? Is everything alright?” Her haunches lowered, and should her son have been caught between her front paws, he would be afforded a warm spot to snuggle into. ”This is Tórnach, by the way.” She added, in case her boy hadn’t already introduced himself to his cousin.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think