One Last Refrain

The two calls worried Tythe. He uncurled from his brothers and sisters with a small whimper, unsure of the tension in the air as Theta was the first to emerge and answer. He missed his parents and didn't understand what was going on, so at the octave of his father's voice he rose slowly from the den and wandered out into the open air, head low as he scanned the horizon. "Dad...? W-where's Mama?" Tythe took a few more steps towards the High Lord, glancing between him and his sister as he waited for an answer. Like Theta, the young boy could sense tension in the air, and he had the inkling that the other unfamiliar call had something to do with it. Swallowing, Tythe lowered his ears to his head and decided to fall quiet.