Duskfire Glacier Remember when, I was young and so were you

Where had he gone wrong, what paths had he chosen that lead to the fragmentation of his family? When would the constricting guilt release its vise grip?  Meerkat, her pity for him, the sorrow held in her voice, in her face, her idle actions; or lack thereof. She was Ryes last bastion that maybe, just maybe things were not as bad as they felt but the simple pain she felt for him said enough. It was indeed a nightmare.
Meerkat offered Rye to accompany her to the Redhawk Caldera, he was half tempted to accept but the man reluctantly shook his head. "Splitting would be ideal, as you said, more ground can be covered if I head in another direction, better chances of catching sight or smell of them." He was sure she already knew that though. "If they come back, tell your mother and eventually I'll hear the news. Thank you for everything Meerkat." He feigned a frail smile. "I need to get going. I hope to hear from you." If nothing else asked of him, Rye would drink from the melt water then head for and out the boarder.