Ross wandered aimlessly today, wondering where the girls had gone. It had been a few days since he had seen them last. They had both spoken of brothers, Chandler and Dakota, and at that moment when he learned he had four children, two boys, two girls, he started wondering about the boys. Who they looked like, what their mothers had told them about him. He could only imagine what Daisy had told their son about him, he only hoped that he would be able to give his sons what he never had, a father while growing up. But wait.. He paused as he walked, that was right, Daisy couldn’t talk so how was she going to tell their boy anything? The thought kind of calmed him down, yet at the same time he was still uneasy about the whole situation. The red man stood at the edge of the crags, his shoulders slumped as he looked down at the world around him. He wondered silently if Daisy’s inability to speak was a congenital defect, one that maybe could be passed down. Not that Oliza was mute, but it made him wonder if his son was.

The sun was high in the sky, the snow had melted, what little had fallen the night before. It was early winter, too early for the deep freeze to be setting in, and it was a relief that he didn’t have to trudge through the frozen land to find somewhere warm to sleep at night. He knew he needed to find a home, but at the same time he wasn’t really looking for a home right now. He didn’t have the right mind-set to be a part of a pack at that moment.

He hadn’t gone looking for his son, but he wondered if they would run into each other one of these days. He kept thinking of Fallacy, Emeline and Dakota. He could only wonder what was going on with them lately.