Tythe stepped gingerly after his sister, magenta eyes wide as they scanned the woods surrounding the shrine with alertness. The young child didn't know where his mother was, or even his father for that matter, and there was an unease that began to grow in his belly. Sniffling, he took a few more steps after Theta before pausing and letting his ears fall against his greyish crown. "You're not supposed to go far from the den," he whispered to Theta, sitting down. "Mom and Dad aren't here and it could be a while before they get back." In the air, he could scent Eulogy, their caretaker for the time being, but the distinct scents of Leera and Tyranis were far from fresh. He sighed and glanced back to the den, wondeirng if any of their other siblings would wander out.