Meadowlark Prairie Why are you keeping this curiosity door closed?

She hadn't left the woods in quite some time, occupied as she was with her children. But the exodus of first Mou and then Ramsay was a living nightmare, haunting her dreams and disturbing every waking moment. She had to look for them. . .didn't she? At least, she had to give it somewhat of a try, even if she couldn't go very far.

Maegi's pale form spilled out onto the prairie, small and slight. Her nostrils flared as she took in the vast array of scents, trying to pick out something, anything, familiar within them. It was not a smell that drew her attention but the shadow close on the horizon. Her ears pricked and her heart skipped a beat; could it be—?

But no, as she came closer, the burly form had no hunched back, and the wolf was much younger than her brother. She heaved a sigh, approaching anyway, wondering why one so young was out wandering alone. Even she hadn't. . .right?

Are you lost? Maegi asked, cocking her head. There was something familiar in the raven-black fur, the pale eyes. The scent, too. . . It would hit her eventually, likely, but for now, she waited for the boy's response.