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

Grezig seemed to become very stern in the next few moments that passed. Illidan watched her with a careful stare, his expression serious and intense in spite of his youth. Most of the other wolves had been interested in how he’d gotten lost too. Kavik and Liri had tried asking him a small slew of questions in order to determine what they could do to help. The boy had grown relatively tired of being asked so many things. He cursed himself silently for not having paid closer attention; the wandering had been fine, but he had not made a way to return and had lost his way quite easily.
 
Furrowing his brow at the female, Illidan frowned. “Er’body’s got lotta questions,” he grumbled to the female. By default, the young boy was not a talkative creature. He didn’t ask very many things, and he liked to keep to himself. Illidan was a thoughtful creature, and his parents had not been the type to bolster speaking in their children. Kierkegaard had been little more than a savage mute. Caiaphas was a looming hawk – loving, but dangerous. It was all he had ever known and all he expected from the world. It was peculiar to find such caring and kindness in strangers.
 
“Ephraim got lost. Ma got scared… dad went lookin’ for Ephraim. Wanted to help dad find Ephraim so’s I went go find Ephraim,” he told her with a scowl. He didn’t know where he came from or where he was supposed to return to. He didn’t know where his family was or if he was ever going to see them again.