There was no way to stem the flow of his sorrows, at least not initially. Larus was so taken by his emotions that he was near to bursting - his tears rivaling the rain that fell outside of the cave. He sniffled periodically, but these sounds were drowned out by his wailing first and foremost - and then Caiaphas' voice, as she attempted to shush him. The sound of her hissing was what roused further dismay from Larus; he was not accustomed to being chastised, especially from adults. So far in his life his parents had little need to discipline him. The frantic manner of his sobbing escalated, echoing off of the walls so that it took on a far more dramatic tone.
They'll hear us,
spoke the vile woman, swallowed up by Larus' wracking sobs. But he heard her, and with a few blinks to clear his vision he witnessed her departure. As she fled deeper in to the cave, Larus was faced with the uncertainty of absence. His sobbing eased somewhat when he realized how alone he was again. How dark it was, how cold it was, and the apparent threat of another. The boy didn't know what Caiaphas had been referring to when she left him... Only concerned with the fact that she was suddenly gone.
The boy sucked in a shaking breath, and then another, and another. Each brought him more control of his senses. A filigree of courage. As he rose to his paws, the boy looked to the cave's opening and the pale light outside - but did not entertain the thought of running away. The awful solitude was enough punishment. So he turned towards the darkness and began a careful exploration - wading deeper and deeper, until the flickering light was no more.