Blackfoot Forest Bad decisions, that's alright

An uneasy feeling had crept into the woman's stomach, followed quickly by anger. Her daughter was gone, stolen away from her by some mongrel. She had tried to track them earlier, following the scents until there existed no longer a trail able to be followed. It was there that she'd lashed out, spewing curses at the sky and wondering to herself how she could have allowed for it to happen. It was unclear, and her questioning of it had only lasted for a short while before she'd needed to turn back and return to Rosings. Never had her pace quickened, though, the trek being dragged out whilst her mind traveled far from her body. Someday, she knew, she would find them. She would locate her daughter and the one that had taken her, she would kill the foolish male, and then she would return home with her family intact. When it would happen, she did not know, but she was certain that it would. In the meantime, however, it was the rounded stomach of Amara that had kept her from abandoning the forest in favour of her quest, an idea having developed during her time away.

By the time Sen had returned, a howl was heard calling for the entirety of the pack. In spite of her weariness from wandering around previously, she'd answered it with her presence, understanding that she needed to make for herself a tolerable appearance. She would not let herself be either shunned or cast from the pack entirely, for it was there that she'd eventually obtain a new generation of Gorgons. And so she'd remained throughout the whole speech, listening only partially as her true focus was elsewhere. When Liri had finished speaking, though, the woman had stood up and made her way over to Amara, offering her support. Even though she did so for purely selfish reasons, it still meant something, for Sen had acknowledged her as being important; it wasn't something that would mean anything there within the pack, but within the Gorgon family it'd be considered something of a miracle.