“You awoo,” he said excitedly, clapping his little hands. “I did,” I said with a smirk, the rain pelting down on us and washing away the tinge of blood on our skin, my long hair a mess of wet strands. “Now give me your best awoo while I strap you back in place.” Luca started howling like a newly Emerged Wolf pup and I strapped him onto my chest again with vines, checking his helmet was secure before heading off through the trees.
