He had gotten Tora back… but Fao was… well gone. Tora just came wandering back one day a fucking mess and bloody paws and crying, missing a fucking tooth too, he didn’t know what the hell happened to him. Not that the kid would admit that anymore. He was as crushed as the tan male was and confused and didn’t know what the hell was up anymore when he came back. Mugen… tried to be a good dad… he did, but he knew he wouldn’t be good at it. He was shit, something that was already apparent as he walked through the snowy fields following the quickly fading scent trail he was already struggling to follow of his wayward son. The hell Tora… why you have to go and fucking walk off? he thought angrily. Really he was being profligate, whatever the hell that meant by being out here. His older brother told him to rest, just like he had with Halcyon. Apparently Mugen had whatever his brother kept catching over and over again, but unlike Halcyon, Mugen wasn’t a god damn pussy.

He was going to find his son and drag his sorry ass back home where he was safe from psychos like the one that tried to steal his mom and other sickos that he knew were out here just looking for an excuse to kill someone. Plus… Mugen didn’t think he would play nice with someone bigger than him. Kid didn’t know how to pick a damn fight. The rough male continued forward though, hacking and coughing sometimes feeling like his limbs might give out from under him. He hated it, but he wasn’t gonna stop.

Mugen’s breathing was labored, the rasps with each one clearly audible from a distance. Every now and then he would stop, correct his path and continue southward. It was a good thing he was a pretty damn good thief and tracker else this would be a bigger pain in the ass than it already was. He was gonna give that kid an earful when he found him. He lost Fao and it fucked with him, but he wasn’t going to admit it to anyone if he lost Tora too, he was pretty sure he was gonna lose whatever shreds of emotions and sanity he had left. Perhaps he would do better if he had thought about asking that new Artfakio or whatever his name was to help since he was sick, but Mugen was a bit to proud to ask help from a family, let alone a pretty much stranger. He would do it on his own, he was once again learning that he couldn’t really count on anyone but himself to do what he thought he had to.

He paused for a moment to catch his breath and get his barings about him again. No sign of the little punk yet. Mugen didn’t regret for a moment naming the little shit what he had. It was extraordinary appropriate even now. When he was out in those deserts he heard the word often, it was sorta a code word that wasn’t really a code word seeing as it still sounded like what it meant. Trouble. And that’s exactly what this little shit was since he poked himself out of his mother. But it was MUGEN’S little shit, and he wanted him back. He would go through hell to accomplish it too.

Determination setting on his features he forged forward. He would bring that kid back if it fucking killed him.