Dragoncrest Cliffs I’ve become uncertain in a cosmic way

Requiem was dead.

That was what Sobo believed. There had been no sign of the boy since the eagle snatched him. Perhaps he had a more realistic view of things than his siblings, or perhaps he was simply more cynical than the women of Sapphique, but each day since Requiem's disappearance made him more certain they would never find the boy.

That didn't mean it didn't weigh heavy on him to approach his elder sister with no happy news to give. His head and shoulders alike were bowed under the cool coastal sunlight. His paws plodded almost reluctantly along the beach. Mireille said what he could not, drawing his head up to Chacal's face, where his gaze lingered for a brief moment.

Then he looked away. He wished for something to say but knew there was naught that would bring any comfort.