Have a heartbroken Eti. I can delete if you'd like just Sobo.
Etienne was like a little wraith these days. Silent and drawn. He stayed near the rocks and the beaches, afraid to play, afraid to exist. Because things flew down and took them. He was not so much worried for himself, but Theo, and Suzu. Them he worried for.
Gentle paws took up the ground as he walked, he paused every so often to look up, and to feel the earth beneath his paws. To remind himself, that he was on the ground. The comfort of the vibrations even deeper now than it had been before.
He came across his Matant Mireille and Tonton Sobo and slowly slid along until he was pressed against her leg. He looked up at her and then to Sobo with a furrow in his brow.
Req?
he asked, he wondered if they had found his brother. Had the eagle brought him back? Was this nightmare over now?
Alongside his sister stood the Jade, absent the tears, but with a strained clench to his jaw. Sapphique had been lucky all these past years that it was presumably wanderlust who took its babes. They had been spared the cruel sickle of death, at least in Sobo's lifetime. Now they were staring down the wicked curve of the blade, head on, and it was difficult to swallow that reality.
Sobo did not believe they would find Requiem down the coast, but he nodded to his sister's suggestion all the same. It was selfish, too; the atmosphere of the pack was heavy of late. Njord had up and disappeared, leaving Meerkat and her brood lonesome and frightened, and now this. It was the worst possible time for them to go.
He desperately needed the escape for a short while.
We will look down de coast,
he agreed, dropping his eyes to watch Etienne press gently against Mireille. The boy inquired after his brother. Sobo wished to spare him the pain, but felt that children deserved the truth, too. He shook his head grimly. We will keep looking, zwazo chanteur. De sea be a strange an' powerful mistress. Sometimes, she brings dem home dat have gone many miles away.
Eti stared up at his uncle eyes of gilded gold wet. Though the tears didn't fall. He had cried enough, now he just wanted Req back or something back. He wasn't certain what had be taken completely. Req surely, but there was something heavy on his chest now, and in his head, that seemed different.
He drew comfort from his uncles words, and smiled sadly. Req was good zwazo chanteur, he dance, dance. I just listen.
He lifted his paws from the ground and settled them back down trying to show what he meant. He stood on hind legs to reach up towards his uncle to offer a hug or a lick, whatever was needed, and then returned to his place next to Mireille.
He looked up at her next and gave a soft nod. Okay.
that was all he said, his tiny tail hanging limp.