Scattered Pieces

Despite the fact she was with her uncle… Memento couldn’t help but worry about what had happened to her mother. She felt guilty… and had yet to ask the man if he thought that maybe, just maybe, her fight with that young man had been the straw that pushed her mother over the edge. She followed after Ulric with lowered ears, trapped in her head, and with each step focused on the ground at her paws. Surely… surely her mother hadn’t left Boreas or Auster… she had to still be here… she had to be!!

Memento’s mind was made up but she knew what she had to do; she had to go searching for Philomena… at least one last time. Even if she couldn’t find her she had to try… her mom hadnt given up finding her older siblings… so she wouldn’t give up either!

Her ears perked as they neared their home and Ulric began calling for her grandmother and older sister. Her gaze swept the area and, tilting her head back, Memento’s howl filled the area.

Surely if they were nearby… they would hear that, right?

“They’ll come…” She whispered, trying to kill the fear that maybe…

...they wouldn’t.