Dahozhoni Meadow To the neon god they made

When the big dark wolf explained that he was talking about children, S'ari breathed a sigh of relief, grinning in amusement. Ahh, she said, this makes much more sense. She frowned a moment later, however. Their mother is missing? This is not good. She hummed, musing silently to herself for a moment. What does she look like? Perhaps S'ari can keep her eye out? S'ari did not wish for children of her own, but she thought of what it would have been like to grow up without her own mother, and it was not a happy thought. For all that the Tribe was family equally, she loved her own mother fiercely.