Jade Fern Grove crimson moss

Unlike his father, Whit was always aware of the fact that his mother was not around him. He doesn't always necessarily worry about this though. As long as she returned to his side for snuggles and cuddles within a reasonable timeframe, he was content. The fun of living in the Grove had lengthened the amount of time he was willing to spend away from her (or maybe it was his ever-increasing age, who really knows) - but when she wasn't there at night to kiss his forehead and lay her tail on him like a blanket, Whit was very aware.

Whit had been tailing his father that day in hopes that he would lead him to Bazi. It hadn't exactly worked out for what they'd found of her (and the siblings he hadn't noticed were gone oops) was a sight and a scent that confused and upset him. He waddled up to Pasha's side and turned his gaze to Scimitar and Kaskara with round, watery eyes. He said nothing, just waited for someone to explain.