Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-33315489-20180621215503/@comment-34052734-20180701054814

Sohn had dashed back inside of camp in search of Jarson. Once he spotted his mother, he trotted towards her. “Mother, where has Jarson gone?”

Tänzer perked her ears up, alarmed. “He’s down on the patrol route. He should be circling back soon. What is it?”

“I am kindly offering to replace him tonight. I’m not that tired and he should get some rest. It’s been a long day for him, being beta and all.” Sohn made up a believable excuse to the shift-change.

Tänzer grinned. “Oh, of course, Sohn. Thank you for your proposal and excellence. That’s the son I know.” She stood, lapping at his cheek which cause the male to laugh.