Hoshor Plains Don’t love me like you promised to

Her son was missing.
He'd ventured from @Arwen.
The stupid, stupid, beautiful boy. She'd hunkered low by the mountains despite the knowledge of some creep lurking around.

The rain had pelted away his scent. His tracks run away.
She'd bellowed and cried, called and hollered for her @Leshen. Hashut...gone too. Like Rokig. Except this time she was pissed because she was now stuck alone trying to find her son which would have been prevented if he'd been with her. If he hadn't disappeared, Leshen wouldn't have been snatched.
She hurried Arwen along, implored her to seek for a scent. Any sign of eating, blood, fur, prints.

Her heart still thundered. It had been too long. She was soaked to the skin, and Arwen was cold, she knew. But she will not give up.