Ocean's Breath Plateau white fang

While her brood was complete, and her husband returned, Simbelmyne’s demeanour was ghostly at best. Faint smiles and kind words were given, and she tried her hardest to cherish her family now that it was complete again- but dread loomed like a never ending shadow over her- and she wasn’t sure if she should cling more tightly to what she had, or release herself from it like a kite slipping from a child’s grasp.

It was her children who pulled her from her reverie the most. The sight of Kitimat hovering near a tide pool caught her attention. His chest and face were wet, and she wondered momentarily if he’d fallen in. 

Kitty! She called out as she approached, only to see him dunk his face into the water. Fishing- that made more sense. 

Why was it that she had leapt to the assumption that he’d fallen? Why did her brain always assume the worst?