Swiftcurrent Creek This isn't funny. Come back!

That was enough for Thyme, that the man wanted to meet his siblings. That would be fun. Maybe he could also ask why the man wasn't in their pack. Maybe he lived with another pack. But somehow he instinctively knew that this wasn't the time to ask. He noticed that his mother's behavior was different. More serious, and he as a young pup would mimic his mother as much as possible.

He didn't understand what made her so serious, the other adult also seemed serious. Greyback? Who is that? He had never heard that name. Passed? Did that mean he went away? Then there were more hard words he didn't understand like; Earthquake, Stone Circle, and Pillar. All weird words that sounded like gibberish to him. He did stiffen when the word 'Dead' came from the man's mouth. He thought only prey could die. Could they die too?

Mother was another word for Mom, he knew that. He only just realized his mother had a brother, siblings like him. It dawned on him that his mother had a mother too. He never met her, but it seems that he never would. When he thought of his own mother gone forever he instantly disliked that thought. What must momma feel right now? His ears flopped back, looking at her. This was perhaps the first time Thyme actively experienced empathy but he hadn't learned what to do with it.