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Q had become strangely quiet since the mysterious disappearance of her sister. 

Now and then, when something would rustle strangely, Q would come to attention to sprint and determine what it was. ALYX? She'd whisper-hiss (shout), though for the most part it was some stupid toad or else the weight of old rainfall becoming too much of an issue for the leaves. Both cases earned her vexation, but she could never bring herself to swipe at a toad (even despite her hunters instinct, being cruel to be cruel just wasn't in her). She would merrily do so to the mud, but then guiltily remember that Alyx wasn't hear to scream, squint judgmentally, or even just outright ignore her about it. She would take any and all of those things in comparison to this. 

Going back home was exciting for Q in that she thought that if her sister was anywhere, it had to be there. That was where they all were together last, and that was what made the most sense to Q. Where else could she be? But when she wasn't there, Q frowned and looked at her dad. What the shet, she asked without any real inflection, having learned the unsavory word somewhere down the line. I'ma keep lookin', Quetzal informed, springing ahead.