It was early in the afternoon when he approached the falls with Memento in tow. They had made good time making it back down to Auster, but he partially blamed that on the fact that he wanted to find his mother as soon as possible. Knowing how she worried about them all, she was bound to be out of her mind with it by now with Philomena gone and now Meme suddenly missing. At least he knew Meme was safe so he could eliminate that worry from her mind, but he wouldn't be able to solve the problem of his missing sister. "Mom?" he began to call as they neared where their dens had been, his silver gaze scanning the area around falls as he searched for her. He kept an eye out for Nausicaa as well even though he was certain that the rambunctious young woman would be out on some sort of exploration mission if her energy hadn't wavered since the last time he had seen her. Perhaps with Philomena and Meme missing Nausicaa might stick closer to home, but he wouldn't really know till they found her. "Nausicaa? Mom?" he called again, peering around through the trees that surrounded the clearing. "Talk"

Despite the fact she was with her uncle… Memento couldn’t help but worry about what had happened to her mother. She felt guilty… and had yet to ask the man if he thought that maybe, just maybe, her fight with that young man had been the straw that pushed her mother over the edge. She followed after Ulric with lowered ears, trapped in her head, and with each step focused on the ground at her paws. Surely… surely her mother hadn’t left Boreas or Auster… she had to still be here… she had to be!!

Memento’s mind was made up but she knew what she had to do; she had to go searching for Philomena… at least one last time. Even if she couldn’t find her she had to try… her mom hadnt given up finding her older siblings… so she wouldn’t give up either!

Her ears perked as they neared their home and Ulric began calling for her grandmother and older sister. Her gaze swept the area and, tilting her head back, Memento’s howl filled the area.

Surely if they were nearby… they would hear that, right?

“They’ll come…” She whispered, trying to kill the fear that maybe…

...they wouldn’t.

The absence of her daughter and grand daughter certainly hadn't gone unnoticed - at least not by her. She was more in tune and observant than some might expect her to be and she had been keeping a fairly close eye on her deteriorating daughter. She tried to help when she could - making sure that Philomena had company as much as she would allow and trying to get her to talk about what was going on in her head whenever possible. It felt like Philomena had shut them all out and she just felt helpless and unsure of what to do. When she woke up a couple of days prior and realized that Philomena and Meme were both gone she began to fear the worst. She and Nausicaa searched all throughout Auster for them both - Nausicaa searching far wider than she felt physically capable of - but the trails always seemed to end somewhere and left them without something to follow. A hint of Meme's scent led them up to the land bridge to Boreas and they had planned on going further north to look for her, but Roza had decided to hang back near the falls just in case her grand daughter came back here for any reason. Nausicaa had left early that morning on one last search of Auster with the plan of going up into Boreas if she came up empty handed which left Roza alone and uneasy near the den she had kept by the falls. Her son's voice surprised her, but as soon as she heard him she came rushing out to greet him and gave a heavy sigh of relief when her eyes landed on Memento. "There you are," she told her youngest grand daughter with that obvious relief in her tone and a smile on her lips. She pulled Meme into a tight embrace before taking a step back to look at Ulric. She hadn't seen him since the fight he had gotten into with Philomena and she frowned when she saw the heavy scar that cut across his cheek. It reminded her too much of the one she wore across her own face and it felt like an eerie repetition of history. That wasn't the most pressing matter at hand though as she looked around and peered behind them to see if Philomena was following behind. Her mind quickly put two and two together and she looked to her son and grand daughter with a certain, obvious sadness. "She left, didn't she?" "Speech”Think

He glanced toward Memento when she whispered something about them coming, knowing that she was mostly just saying it to herself, but gave a flick of his ears in acknowledgement. Before he could respond he heard the sound of paw steps and looked up to see his mother approaching them. She greeted Meme first and when she turned to look at him he noticed the frown she gave when she saw his scar. It made him realize that he hadn't seen her since that fight and this was the first she was seeing of the results. They both bared scars, both given by some form of family, and the similarities didn't get past him. This wasn't the time or place to dwell on it though and he pushed the thought aside. He didn't really think about his scar any more and he hoped to keep it that way. It was just a part of him now - the same way that his fur was brown and he was unusually tall. To her obviously disheartened question, his ears flicked and he gave a small nod, glancing to Memento. "Yes... Memento was looking for her, but no sign of her yet. We came to look for you and Nausicaa. I've made a home in the mangroves... I'd like for everyone to join me there." "Talk"