Dumah stared upwards. The trees were shaking. They shook and swayed with each gust of wind, their branches rattling as they met one another before shivering away again. Every once in a while one of the trees would let out a groan, a hoarse creaking sound that made Dumah imagine the trees themselves sighing with pain as they were forced one way and the other. It made him uneasy in ways that he couldn't put into words, not that he had anyone to speak to at the moment. His mother had left him to himself for the afternoon, trusting his common sense to keep him safe, and trusting the safety of the place they called home. His father... his father was barely around in the first place.
Dumah blew out a breath just as another gust of wind went whistling through the barren trees. He no longer thought Verity was his birth mother. There were things that his father said. Things that didn't make sense if he didn't have another mother out there somewhere. When were they going to tell him the truth? His claws dug bitterly into the soil beneath him as he stared into the distance.
