Cassiopeia's View phone home

Sable was growing into a strapping two month old by the time he realized some things.

Mother had brought them here, ostensibly to see family.

Here was not the cozy den in Epoch.

Father was not coming back. The cozy den wouldn’t be either. Without knowing it, Sable was flailing in this new, uprooted space without the stability he’d known. This place was so high, it made his stomach swim as he peered over the edge.

It swam so much, in fact, that breakfast was heaved onto a nearby patch of ground. Almost guilty, the boy shoved dirt over it in an attempt to hide what had happened. He took several steps away from the overhang, retreating, but not yet going towards the camp his family inhabited. Not yet.

For a moment, he wanted to be alone. He waited a while, then started trotting back.

But slowly. A slow trot.