Jade Fern Grove the sun hasn't died

One of them started wailing, but Pasha did not entirely turn to notice who was pitching the fit. In spite of his own weariness, he tried to bolster that he still had energy to run on. And sure, he did — he had enough energy to keep himself upright for the time being. But even he was starting to run on empty; hunger gnawed openly at him for the first time in a long time. Yet unlike his brother, he did not wail about away. Instead he found himself choosing to lean against Scimitar's foreleg, nudging his father with his cold nose.

Perhaps his father would be some sort of placating being in a different way, seeing how his mother was tied up trying to hush their proverbial potato with legs of the group.