Fairspell Meadow that's where the pain comes in, like a second skeleton

He was late to arrive, not meaning to be, but... He was. The meadow was not hard to traverse and it wasn't like he had missed the looming figures gathering together like some kind of cult beneath the grey sky; there was no real excuse. Being exposed within the meadow was a drawback for him though. Mou was still afraid that the darkness would sweep down and take him. The giant black raven which had bestowed the collar would arrive and splinter the family beyond recognition, stealing them away from him after he'd finally reunited — it was foolish to be so worried, but he could not help it. So his arrival took time, and when he finally approached them he kept his distance until he could hear Maegi's words; the confidence she once exuded was gone now. She sounded defeated, so filled with sorrow that she had no course of action left to her, like she was pleading for a new path. Mou slipped around the gathering silently and as he approached her, he sat by her side and brushed his snout against her shoulder — I am here, he was saying, we are here.