Qeya River dignity broke the fall.

There was nothing overly friendly about the creature's expression, yet something about her presence made Frost feel more secure. He likely should've been frightened--she was huge, unfamiliar and scarred in a way that suggested she had seen a great deal of violence. But, she clearly had survived it. Perhaps that was why he slowly began to steady his breathing and see through the panic that had heavily clouded his mind moments ago.

Her question brought tears to his eyes, though. "I don't know how to get back to them," Frost whimpered piteously, his voice hitching, "I found a scent I've never smelled before and I followed it, and I didn't realize I was past the borders, and now I don't know which direction I came or how to find them again." His words sped up as he went, crushed out of his lungs by the weight of guilt and anxiety that fell upon him as he realized just how foolish he'd been. His parents would be so mad, if he ever saw them again.