Young Scruff finds a new family, a new caretaker, a new parental. Wraithvine learns why the child was so alone. The large city where they were found learns why their kind was so needed, when Wraithvine returns, to find the forest nearly overrunning the place.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04605-l221-murder-by-the-seaside -- Anon Guest
They say that no two Wudzgaad are made the same. They say that those particular Faekindred could communicate through the leyflow. They said that Faekindred are just born odd. Honestly, they say all kinds of things. Some of them are even provably true.
When Ebonquill recovered their full health, they spent a lot of time on the edge of the forests, apparently swaying and humming.
Scruff, already fascinated by the Wudzgaad, followed to watch from a respectful distance. In this case, well out of lunging range. The instincts honed on the streets of Trader Crossing were difficult to ignore. It was going to take a long time for Scruff to trust any stranger. What he was doing in Ebonquill's wake was listening to things that other people could not hear.
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