What?

Silence - silence would meet him. Frowning, ears pulling back sharply, he would lean forward to look more closely at his mother. She was... she was trembling. She didn't even react. Her eyes closed, and her body started shuddering... what was wrong with his mother? The boy couldn't sit still anymore - he jumped up, leaning forward, pressing his nose into his mother's fur. Worry clouded his gaze, and a whine fell from him, questioning. What was wrong? What was happening? Why? He stood still, body rigid, unable to help. as his mother slid to the ground. Why?

She would speak, and he frowned. A... herb? Why - no, he wasn't going to question. He didn't want to leave her like this, either. He gave his mother a mute nod, before bolting out of the den: a flat out run, until he bursted into their family den, pushing past any siblings that may have in been there. He knew something was wrong - no matter how hard she tried to hide it. It did not take long to spot the herb when he sniffled around his mother's sleeping spot - it was a bright purple, with a long stalk; he grabbed a few of those in his jaw and bolted back - still, despite his running, it still took him several minutes to return. He'd drop it at the paws of the rainbow wolf, concern alight in his eyes as he watched her. Oh, how he hated this.