Found Family

The female had been following after her mother's scent. She knew her uncle and mother had a fight... a bad one... and since then Philomena had not been herself. Even less of herself than she had been before. She had all but practically avoided her daughter... and then, one night, just stole away into the stillness of the dark. If the youth hadn't woken up to hear the woman shuffling, leaving the den, then she would have never even known Philly had left.

Memento Mori had done her best to track her mother down and see why she was leaving... but Philomena always seemed to be ahead of her. Now she had lost the trail and the young female was lost... heartbroken as she stood alone among the mangroves. She had followed her mother out this far... but now?

With ears lowered Memento trailed through them, her chest aching heavily as she questioned if she could have done anything to prevent her mother's decision. The promises Philomena made, the thoughts about her father, Pegasus coming home... she questioned it all.

Tears stung her eyes as she let her long mane hang down in front of her eyes. What did she do now?

Then, as if the gods themselves answered her prayers the she-wolf heard a voice.

Ears perked as she lifted her head, sniffling a little as she blinked pale eyes. She wasn't sure she could believe it. Her uncle...? Had he trailed Philly out this way too...?

"Uncle Ulric...?" She called back, voice a bit uncertain.