are the gargoyles from my table gone ? 300+
Kansas stepped back when the horse began to move with alarm, lowering himself as much as he could without crouching entirely to the ground. Meanwhile the beast's rider had dismounted and drew nearer, where Kansas could clearly see the anger and distress distorting his features, his eyes. The meek Sadira did not move, his expression unchanging as Alder spoke. His glowing turquoise eyes swiftly met the horse when it had, to his relief, calmed itself, then without change closed in on the large werewolf who had in memory been a tiny pup. The ivory Secui's great chest trembled slightly with a sigh. Yes, but... please, believe there's hope, he said at once, his voice soft but rushed. He was not able to think of anything that might calm the sorrow-frought young wolf faster, fast enough to listen if he wasn't otherwise ready to.
They took her, but they haven't hurt her. At the raid, Crimson Dreams, eh, captured some of theirs. The night after, Savina tried to... to convince them into a trade, but they refused that. And your mother is still safe, but, Kansas swallowed, but his throat was unpleasantly dry. He was very wary of alarming Alder further, but the young boy had been affected directly by the crazed intruders, and he must know everything. I think there's war now.
He tried to imagine himself in Alder's exact place, aware that he had never known a connection with his mother that was so strong. We're... we're doing everything we can to get her back. Savina... isn't gonna stop until we do. At last, he was able to grin. After his mate's history with this kind of thing, he was sure it would come out her way. It was what comforted him the most, and he hoped that Alder would understand and be comforted, too.
