Sawtooth Spire tip of the iceberg

Instead, you get a drama! Tags are just for reference.

Sometime between bed time the night before and dawn, @Thade awoke and padded off into the trees, and never returned.

Wylla, being a heavy sleeper, didn't wake until several hours later, when the sun was just beginning to rise over the mountains. @Phaedra was tucked in a ball between the cradling roots of a sturdy cottonwood and @Astraeus was sprawled out not far away, although admittedly, she'd paid much less attention to the boy since their arrival at the rendezvous. Thade, however, was nowhere to be found. Normally this wouldn't have alarmed Wylla, but the feeling that something was wrong settled into her stomach like a lead weight. She pushed herself to her paws, checked on her daughter and Sagtannet's ward once more, and set off into the surrounding forest.

She was lucky enough to find Thade's trail and follow it some distance, only for it to abruptly end. She spent the next half hour combing the clearing, seeking any hints as to where her boy had gone from there, and found nothing. It was like he'd simply flown away, or been picked up and carried away. She furiously sniffed about for unfamiliar scents, but although she thought she uncovered a few new smells, none of them were particularly alarming.

Wylla broke out of the trees and loosed a frantic howl, a homing beacon to call her son home from wherever he'd gone, and then began a wild charge through the heart of their territory. She stumbled upon Gracious quite by accident, but was very glad when she did. The larger woman appeared to be looking for something, but the little Eisen thought nothing of it when she barged into Gracious' line of sight with a panicked expression and asked, have you seen my son anywhere?!

No context, no description, no nothing; Wylla, in her haste, took for granted that Gracious would know who she was asking about.