3rd Person
“Where’s who?” The scrawny pup squeaked, her scent becoming completely overpowered by fear.
“My pups.” Ethan growled. “Riley, Parker, Paisley and Ryder.”
The child’s eyes widened, and Ethan called over his shoulder, hoping the others could still hear him. “I got one!”
Running footsteps soon sounded at his back, and Jane pulled up short beside him. “Ethan, you’re scaring her.”
“Smell her.” He instructed, “She’s been with the pups – recently.”
Jane leaned forward and sniffed the child, barely able to decipher the children’s scent amidst all the dirt and grime. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, but still she encouraged her mate to return the frightened urchin’s feet to solid ground. “It’s okay, little one.” She promised, “What’s your name?”
The girl glanced nervously b
