Changes in the Tide

His focus was barely hanging on Motif's words, he would have no notice of his daughter until she was pressed close against him. Weakly he'd shift his gaze from mother to daughter and with trouble he'd offer his daughter a smile. That was all he was able to do. He didn't know any better what could possibly be wrong and at this point he was seriously considering what his last goodbyes would be like. He did his best to be strong in front of his children but he was long past the point where he looked any kind of strong.

With his attempt at a smile he'd greet his older daughter, "Shaye." Of course the whispered word would do nothing to assure anyone within the den. She didn't seem willing to give up yet though, her suggest would make his ears swivel in curiosity. South? He would be warm there, and with out the life sucking temperatures maybe his body would have a chance at beating whatever it was he had. Motif would not speak against the idea, as they were desperate for some form of hope. They could use the pelt off a large kill to cover him on the journey. He wouldn't be able to walk, so likely Shaye (who was almost as tall as he was, with the weight loss she easily overtook him in size.) with the help of Motif would have to carry him. There would be no guarantee he would make it back to his homeland, but if he stayed here he faced certain death. "It's worth... a try."