W I L D
"Wait," the small voice called out, softly yet with a firmness that spoke of a seriousness in the air. "Do you hear that, Brothie?" As the pair paused to listen, all that would be heard was the whistling of wind through the leaves, and the creaking of ancient boughs overhead. Still, Thebba held up one hand, eyes scanning this way and that while her ears practically twitched.
In the distance a soft whine drifted in on the breeze.
"There!" she quietly exclaimed, words coming out more like a hiss than anything. The last thing the youngest Hearthfire wanted was to spook whoever or whatever it was that'd stumbled upon. Reaching out, she took her brother by the hand and gently tugged him on through the trees. Every now and then she'd stop and strain to hear, and those whines grew in volume and frequency. "Something's hurt" she whimpered, "We got's to do something, Thib..."