Blacktail Deer Plateau I deserved that one.

For a split-second he felt like a little cub again, rushing across the sand and in to the waiting embrace of his mother. Except he did not tread on sand now, but snow. His mother waited for him but knew not to expect contact nor comfort; and as he drew up alongside her, he did tentitavely reach for her, but fell short and then withdrew, as if remembering something that tugged him back. 

To clear the air from that odd moment, he rumbled a soft note of welcome to her instead. Then he asked, Have you seen Harps?

Before she could answer, Reyes word-vomited a little more of an explanation: She expressed unease about the violence of this place before I left. I hoped to find her and train her a little bit, or at least help her find some comfort... Somehow. But her scent is practically gone. There was a tone to his voice as he spoke, as if he were afraid. Maybe she had been chased out like the sisters had? That would not have been fair; but it would have been on-par with the girl's own observations, that she was not family and thus not a true Rusalkan.