Moonspear You can count on me

Arrluk's ocean eyes turned down to the little ball of fire, his tiredness evident in his gaze, yet she knew this already. A sister lost. A niece. Having a large family was wonderful yet it also left more room for bad things to happen. It was a double edged sword yet Arrluk tried to heed his mother's words when they lost Samani. There could be no good in the world without bad. No happiness without sadness. Life was always about balance. 

He nods briefly, moving forward and drapping his head around her red scruff with a sigh, his ears pressed back to his skull. And what if something is missed because in sleeping? What if Ariadne gets sick or hurt because I took too long to find her? His words grip his chest, his legs shook with a weak tiredness. There were so many others out looking, he knew, but nothing could seem to ease his worry that he would feel the failure deeply should Ariadne and her daughter not be found healthy and safe.