Private.
To be honest this day could easily be considered a nice one, but not for the little child. He knew he was in Dahlia and he knew that he was close to his father’s cabin, and that he was home and safe with a full belly. Nevertheless, the mental torture from the weeks living alone in the wilderness had left deep traces in the mixed child. Conor had only intended to pad a yard or so from the house, but he was a child, and even though much of him had already been ruined by his early solitude, curiosity still pulsed and lived inside the little boy. He had lost the sight of the cabin, and had not noticed this before it was too late. The intense and darling baby blue eyes ran across the scenery, desperate to find something he could recognize. It simply would not do.
The multi-coloured child ran in a random direction, unable to use his brain and simply follow his own scent back to the cabin. No, Panic had been lurking nearby and grabbed hold of him. Alexey had just found him and returned him to home. Not the pretend home where their mother had placed them, but the real one where daddy also lived, although he was almost only angry and the negative emotion made the newly rescued child more than a bit nervous. Now he would have given anything to get daddy back, no matter how mean he was, but there was no such thing as magic and unicorns. This was something the child had realized with great sorrow. Conor Soul had already been through far more than the average child on his age had, and this was bound to give him some lasting mental issues.
He stopped when his father’s scent hit him in the face. It was only a few days old, and the child rubbed his neck against the spot where the Lilium of Dahlia de Mai had marked the border. There was no father, only the scent that warned about the pack borders. Conor did not understand what it was; he just knew that he had managed to get himself lost. Again. How could he have done such a thing? His little heart pounced worriedly against his little, almost white chest. Oh, this was too horrible to be true. Tears had started to run down his face when panic first had entered his system, but it was not before now that a wail of a desperate child sounded in the dry spring air. He could not be all alone by himself, not again! The badger would get him, and he would never see Emwe again! |
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