He is drawn to her whether he knows it or not; he follows a feeling, a sensation, that leads him through the territory and shadows. He knows not where his paws lead him, only that he is a slave to them as they dance across the flats of Glorall with the faint clacking of claws. His pace only seeks to increase when he hears a howl that is both wholly familiar and yet, so very vague in its meaning. It calls for them all, luring his ears to the sky before his muzzle follows suit; then, he lets out his own haunting call, a low grumble of a thing that resonates through the wind like thunder. He calls back to let herk now he is coming. He hears her. He hungers for her in a way, desperate to be reminded of her presence. She has been gone for so long and he... he is not used to losing things. He has a way of finding things. Not misplacing them.

He continues forward with great haste, throwing himself over logs and branches until he spots the pale form of his sister wrapping itself around his mother's darkened, shadowy figure. He does not stop then; he merely moves in sync with Nemesis, swirling about his mother like a shadowy mist as his nose pokes and prods at her. He absorbs every scent, every sensation, every tiny detail of her that might have changed. He realises now how tall he has grown, fast seeking to outgrow his own mother as he settles and takes his place off to her side, adjacent to his sister as she breathes her singular word: why?

He does not entirely understand its premise and yet, he looks expectantly towards his mother. His blood orange eyes settle on the blue of her own, his head tilting in curiosity as he eagerly awaits the answer he never knew he needed. His paws even dance about beneath him, anxious it seems to begin unravelling this curiosity. Besides, he is glad she is back. He cannot deny such a thing. With her, it means more toys, more games, more friends. He was always one to enjoy such things in his younger days and, indeed, none of it has changed.

Yet, his voice grows weary and in time, he too must ask a singular question. A simple one like his sister's own; Where? He utters it without much thought, his head dully flopping to its opposite axis to emphasise his curiosity in such an answer. The why matters not so much - it is the where that he truly seeks.