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It took only two or three sleepless nights parted from his siblings for his frail will to tremble and fracture, and a day more beyond that to see him on his way. Narcissus cradled doubts within his mind, held tight and close to his core, that he would ever see his parents again. It pained him to think of Wisteria, who certainly didn't require protecting but who nonetheless his efforts had gone toward, and of Heston, who might frown that his whole brood had gone. Thoughts of them were quenched when Anemone's face loomed into his mind, when Hawthorne's punctually followed it... And so, plagued with visions of those from which he was but a clone, Exley had taken his leave of home and of Kei (but not in his heart) and had traversed the miles on his sister's coattails.

He would thank Kei and thank all his lucky stars that her trail had not somehow been stifled by the elements. He tracked her over valleys and hills, through river dales and over mountain passes, until finally he found her most recent scent at the edge of a secluded vale. Narcissus was disappointed and frantic to find that Hawthorne's scent, so like his and her own, was absent... But he reasoned that Anemone would not have stopped searching for him without some assurance that it was required. His paws were also cracked and bleeding, screaming for reprieve, but unlike his siblings Narcissus could not find relief but in their tangled bodies; he was naught but a ghost without them, a body missing its soul.

So he had not rested until he found one of them, and when he did his relief was palpable, and overwhelmed him in a sudden wave of exhaustion. He sank to his hind in the snow, his back to the mountains and his front to the encircled haven. His usual charisma and verve was sorely lacking in his littermates' absence, and the weary, forlorn note of the voice he threw forth unto the wind was missing the normal spark of life though it called for attention... But wound thinly throughout it was optimistic hope, that he had somehow reunited with his devoted sister on her quest to find their wayward brother... And if that were so, then he soon would return to his old self, roguish and daring as ever before.