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Lagan was surprised when his mother suddenly stood and rushed towards the wall, but he didn't question her. He knew what she was doing, and like her, he wanted out more than anything. He bent down and nudged little Towhee, hoping that that might give her some comfort though he knew she probably didn't even comprehend that her brother was dead. After that he stood and trotted sadly towards the snow wall, and stood beside his mom.

He looked at her sideways, with a sad expression on his chubby face. He'd never seen her so crazy before, he only wished he could start this day over, and somehow stop Oriole from dying. But he knew he couldn't, so all he could do was help her. With a heavy heart, the small silver boy began digging at the dirty snow pile, his small black claws cutting rivets in its surface. Outside the cave he could hear voices, his other family members were helping. Surely they could break out, with everyone's help. Surely they could.