Shelter

Hymn had known he'd want to return here at least once, familiar scents washing over him as he approached the willows; the earth was loamy under his paws and the familiar sound of the water gently playing between the roots of the mangroves felt almost like a dream. As a pup he had often challenged himself to jump from root to root without falling in; with only marginal success. Now he was much too big to manage that.

He sighed gently, turning bright blues from the stream, much as Hymn would have been more than content to simply sit in nostalgia for a bit he was actually on a mission. He'd managed to bump into Allegro and explain what the current plan, which meant he only had to talk to his other two children... which meant finding them...

Some part of him was certain it was some kind of karma that it seemed most of his children were drawn to wandering as he had been at their ages. It certainly made tracking them down harder. He suspected Octave would be the hardest to find, the boy just had a way of slipping away with very little trace. He paused for a moment to sniff at the air, hoping to pick up the scent of either his son of his daughter.