make up for lost time

He was out and about again. It was a warm, sunny day. It was days like this that his lame leg didn't act up quite so heavily, and he felt comfortable wandering about. He had a goal in mind again today, and that was herb gathering. He was looking for some lavender, since he'd been given much of the winter supply when he had first arrived and stocks seemed to be running low as a result. he heard a vaguely familiar voice sound at the borders, but couldn't place it. It did, however, make him a touch nervous. He wasn't about to go near the edges of the territory, where he was more likely to be picked off by a passing rogue. Regardless, the strange presence nearby put him on edge.

A faltering, awkward amble brought him to the thicket, where he had caught a few traces of the floral perfume a few days before. Verdant gaze swept over the lush foliage of the thicket, searching for the pale purple blooms. Knowing he would likely be invisible to passersby within the safety of the tall grasses, the wisp pushed his way into the heart of the thicket. As he picked up the scent of the herb in question, he set off at a slow, limping pace towards the source.

The male was given pause when he pushed through a clump of grasses, and saw a chocolate brown form before him. This was the woman who had been caring for Miss Shaye's children while she was out completing her duties. The woman that Rhyme believed was also his mother, and thus made them brothers. There wasn't enough evidence yet, no one had really brought it up. Things had been too hectic, and there was rumour of a scuffle at the battlefield mucking up the pack's equilibrium. There hadn't been time to address this.. issue.

The milkiness of her eyes made him feel safer. She couldn't see him staring, head poked through the grasses and the rest of his body hidden away. Tattered auds shoved forward, he watched her move with purpose. Dare he speak? If this truly was his mother, where had she been all this time? He had rarely seen her amongst the camp where he'd been born. Glimpses, here and there. Always with someone else looming over her shoulder. "You went away." he rasped suddenly, the words escaping without his notice.

Dark ears flickered nervously now, lips pulled into a tight line.