Chimera Fields You think that you're space ghost

Mal worried a lot. What was it about his sons vanishing? Was it just because there were more of them to vanish or was there something special? He'd spent more time on patrol trying to run away from his thoughts, trying to make sure his two remaining children in the pack were safe. What had happened to the smiling man he'd tried to become? Gone, probably.

When he found his daughter's trail leading out of the territory, it was a whole new spike of fresh fear. He couldn't be too far behind, could he? From the borders he veered after her, hurried. Snow made the hour seem later than it was. But she was out there, and no night nor storm would stop him from bringing her back. He couldn't take losing another -- it didn't matter if they were getting older, they were his children. They needed to be safe. He shouted into the storm as he went, Nuala! He'd stop, he'd listen, then try to pick up the fragments of her trail as he wandered onward. Screw the storm, he'd be here all night if he had to. He had to find her.