When Life Takes A Turn...A dark gray almost black fae lay down near her newborn son. Under a rock that Boone claimed as his own. She lowered her head and licked his small mane. She smiled alittle as the pup squirmed against her. Looking up at her mate she smiled at him. The large brute smiled back at her. His ears then shot up and he scanned around. "Trigger?" The fae whispered as she looked around herself. Trigger's jaw unlocked in a faint growl just when a faint breeze picked up and carried with it the scent of man. The fae pinned her ears back as she sniffed at the air. That scent... It was familiar... In mere moments two men with guns walked to the three. Trigger