Blackfoot Forest we love a lot, so we only lose a little

Further away from the Creek they went, and part of him finds himself tense just like his father. It is uncharted territory by the raven boy. His eyes scanning, watching for the slightest movement upon the horizon. Just as before, Helios keeps close to Zephyr. The silver sibling seeming to take the outing the worse amongst them, and thus, it is his responsibility as dutiful older brother to watch over the youngest. Maybe when they're settled again, he could offer further comfort via play or cuddles. For now, they keep moving after their parents.

At mom's question, Helios halts. His ears alert and eyes scanning for possibilities. There is... trees. Many trees. And a weird smell in the air. Lips part, about to answer in French when a harsh, eerie cry echoes in the Forest surrounding them. Helios stiffens, and Zephyr clings closer. The raven boy tucks his chin protectively over Zephyr's head. His eyes on his parents—questioning what the hell that was.