Sunset Valley don't sweat the technique

Leaving home to follow his brother had been a tough decision.

On the one hand, he was loath to leave his parents, particularly his mother. Simbelmyne had endured so much, especially during their adolescence, and he didn't want to worry her with yet another child far afield.

On the other—well, @Katmai had been lost once. Kitimat thought he'd never see him again. Luckily, he'd returned. Now, with him gone again, the same fate was not guaranteed, and Kitimat was worried that, if he didn't intervene, his sibling might be gone forever.

"I'll come back," he told his parents, giving them a long embrace.

Miles and miles and hundreds of miles later, here he was, at the edge of his brother's scent trail. Even that was faint, and so he doggedly pursued whatever he could find of that smell in these northern foreign lands.

Katmai! he called out, boyish baritone echoing through the open land. He walked and called out at intervals, mouth pulled tight in worry.