wishin I weren't fishin

Spirit knew his family was a large one, but he hadn't fully begun to grasp just how vast it was. His own world was much smaller, smaller than even Abaven, and he struggled to grasp how large his pack even was - let alone any family that might live elsewhere. It was admittedly strange to meet someone that seemed to know enough of his family to consider them common and not have an idea who he was.

Tyrian offered a bit of hope and Spirit couldn't help but allow a faint smile to touch his lips, even if it was partially forced. He didn't exactly believe him though; he and his mother had gotten separated from Abaven for a long while. It seemed entirely possible his mother and sister might slip out of their grasp forever. Slowly he was coming to terms with that, balancing his realism with a healthy amount of hope, enough to keep them searching. "Y-yeah, I hope so." And hopefully sooner rather than later. Even if they wanted to stay out on their own, to stay anywhere else.. Spirit didn't care, he just wanted to know they were alright.

Describe them? He thought for a moment. It'd been so long since he'd seen his mother, and even loner since he'd seen Poltergeist. "M-my mom - Eulogy - she has fur paler than mine. Light markings under her eyes. And her eyes are blue," he added hurriedly, not sure if he was describing her well at all. "P-poltergeist stands out a bit more. She's mostly white with a brown head, same white markings under her eyes, though her eyes are red. A-and her paws are brown, I think," he hesitated before speaking, not sure if he was remembering correctly. He felt tears begin to well in his eyes at the thought but he held them back. He could barely remember what his own sister looked like. He was failing them, both his mom and sister. "O-oh, I'm sorry. My name is Spirit. And… yours?"