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It wasn’t uncommon for Sos to find himself so enthralled by his thoughts that he disappeared. It was fortunate for him that his mother was so understanding. The young bear was not old enough just yet to know what it meant to worry for another being. While he had created a special bond with Taggak, he did not have to truly fret about where his familiar had gone. It was as though the young boy knew when the dark-winged creature would return.

Though he may not have been old enough just yet for worry, Sos was more than capable of feeling a vast array of other emotions. One that had managed to sink its claws into his flesh was the feeling of being lonely. When the raven was not at his side, he felt the absence like a wound. More than this, he had started to feel the loss of his family when they ventured further away. It was a confusing state for him to be in, but he was not entirely incapable of pushing through it. In spite of the peculiar budding emotions that he had discovered, Sos found a way to ground himself through the feelings in the earth and the touch of wind against him. It was a rare connection, but the young bear was more apart of the world around him than anything else. He could feel the spirits of the wild; he knew that he was never truly alone.

The sound of a chuff caused him to whirl around. The sight of his mother caused a smile to spread across his features. He made his way toward her with a wiggling body, pleased to have her so close to him. There was a moment where he thought that his treasures had been found out, but it seemed that Shivali was not deeply interested in where he hid all of his secret toys. Sos trotted toward her and looked up with an eager glint in his gaze.