Stone Circle the branches have traded their leaves

Murdock laid his head on his paws, so that his head was near to where Clary was huddled. What an interesting question - he'd never really thought about how they'd all been separated, before. It hadn't happened all at once, after all. One had left, and then another. A few had even died.

But Clary didn't need to know that. "Well, we grew up," he explained. "And we started our own families. We still visit each other, sometimes, but I don't know where some of them have gone. The world is a big place." He gave Clary what he hoped was a comforting look. "If you're intentional about it, I'm sure you'll be able to stay in touch. I'm just a bad brother, is all."