We're the ones that made you
He bounded ahead of his mother, the pair tracking his wandering brother. Mom wasn't happy, he could sense it, and saw it the moment she noticed that Bellum was gone. Legion didn't seem to be around much, and his mom was already frazzled about that. It was hard keeping up, but luckily he had gotten a bit of a head start...if only by a few steps. For every one of hers, he needed two or three. It was fine though, at least they were on a mission together, though he did like the manatee bay as opposed to the that god forsaken maze they were born in.
Your brother is surely in trouble. Your mother isn't very happy... Reinhardt snorted, eyes rolling. "Duh, we're not supposed to wander away by ourselves and he knows that. Not my fault he's an idiot." He whispered half to himself, though his words were directed at the voice in his head. His mother had caught him talking to himself one time, though she assumed it was an imaginary friend. That's what he had come to think it was too. He'd been somewhat distracted when his mother uttered a growl. His ears perked, and before he knew it, she sped past him with her fur bristling and teeth bared. I think she found him.
Reinhardt didn't respond as he pushed forward, trying to keep up with his mom. He barely saw her back end as she raced through the foliage and crashed through the bushes, the young boy having to go around most of them. His chest heaved, paws drumming the ground as he sped along. When he finally caught up, he almost ran head first into her legs. Instead, he skidded so fast that he almost face planted into the ground. Chest heaving, the boy recovered to see his mother snarling and yelling at a strange man to stay away from them. He remained quiet though, tail tucked and ears flat as he watched.