I would know that voice anywhere. It has been years since I last saw my Mother, but I remember her with a certain longing fondness. She had been present for most of my younger years, but after that had taken her leave and returned only sporadically. And even then, I had not seen her the times she had come back. I'm not even sure if I can remember the last time I really saw her and spent time with her, but it didn't matter. Time could ebb and flow but our connections, our bonds were endless. Father showed just that, what with his imprint being the Queen of Diveen and his heart belonging to Mother. It was a wonder, truly, simply because there were a lot of wolves in existance who could never resist the pull of their very soul. They were consumed by it, engulfed, enveloped and it was something they could never escape. My pale pelted Father was not such a case, however, though as to why I suppose I will never know. But I do know that currently, my Mother is in pain, she is within Moladion, and I must find her.

My creme paws, small and dainty as they may be, carry me with a practiced swiftness through the trees, muscle memory saving me from any head on collision. While most of my life was indeed spent within the dense forests of Taviora, I had been born to this forest, and often I returned if only to bask in the memories. I know where I am headed, because it was a past favourite hunting ground, and I know that's where she will be. Many nights I have spent with my Father, speaking of anything and everything, from the art of healing to the art of the heart and soul. Often, my sire tells me it's as if I am but a young, female version of him, taking after him in almost every way. And yet, at times, when he tells me so, I can almost see concern lurking within his violet gaze. I wonder at it, but only time can tell me what that might very well mean. And for now, my attention was elsewhere, with my other parent, one who needed me direly in this time. I knew Father needed also, but what he needed was.. something else. I did not know how to help him with the death of my brother, and even myself.. well, I hadn't exactly dealt with it either. In fact, now was the only other time I had thought of it beside the fresh news itself.

Such memories bring a wave of pain through me, but I continue forward until her scent is almost suffocating, her labored breathing heavy in my ears as I skid to a stop beside her and observe with my almost black, violet gaze all across her fourm. Immediately do my eyes see the bite upon her leg, identifying it as a snake bite and working from there. Reaching behind with my slender neck, I'm able to grab the small otterskin pouch snug around my neck and lain flat against my back. I am no healer, but it was a gift from Father and held most basic needs for healing. He had taught me what I needed, and now was a time for me to show just that. But before I begin, I give a soft, gentle whine- one reserved for my Mother only- before leaning down to gently nudge her russet muzzle with my own one of creme. I speak to her then also, my voice calm and soft for her, hopefully soothing if nothing else. "Mother, it is Reian, and I will take care of you. I promise." Regardless of her abandonment, Hush would always recieve the upmost love from her children. The ones still remaining, of course, After I was satisfied with my words and hopefully having calmed her, I set to work, mixing some ground mustard seed with some dry, starchy roots into a sort of paste for her. Once finished, I applied generously and liberally with my dark nose, careful to keep my touches soft. I have no intention on hurting her, but if she can't take it, well, too bad. Toughen up, life was life. And after that, I wrapped her leg in long, decently thick leaves to bind the wound and keep pressure. It wasn't much, but it would be enough until we made it back to Taviora, granted she could walk.

Leaning down close once more, I allowed my voice to come forth again, the youthful tones evident there though I remained steady and calm. "We've got to get you to Taviora. Can you stand?" That was the first step, after all, and if she could make it then perhaps she could literally take the first step toward home. With unusual patience for one my age, black violet eyes watch my Mother for any sign, and should she go to stand my pale, mostly creme shoulder would be there to meld against russet and help her. I will always help my Mother- I will always help all my family. Because that is what I do. Simple as that.