Morningside Cuesta ...a stone, a leaf, an unfound door

The cogs were turning inside of Illidan’s head. He didn’t understand how this strange wolf had come across his brother, or how he had happened upon her himself. A spiritual wolf might have stated it was fate, but he was young, and his spirit knew nothing but the hardship it had endured. He listened intently as the female told him about her encounter with his brother. The boy’s eyes were glued to her features, as though he could decipher where she had found him and where he might have travelled after having left her.
 
A soft sigh passed through his lips as she explained she didn’t know where he might have gone. The boy felt disheartened at this. He wanted to know where Ephraim was so that they could return home together and make their mom and dad happy. Illidan only knew their frantic fear at discovering their sandy pup had disappeared. He wondered if they even cared that he was gone. He wondered if they would even search for him. The thoughts were enough to cause the boy to turn his head downward and frown deeply.
 
“I gotta find him,” he told the female in a weak tone. His yellow gaze turned from her and glanced out at the terrain, almost as though he would see his littermate on the horizon of the cuesta. There was nothing there but the wind pulling the foliage and he felt his heart sink again.