A family breaking

The Flood had been awful, but at least their treehouse still stood. Now that he has seen much of it lately. He stayed with the rest of the pack during the relief effort. He saved Spider in the initial wave, and helped his father look for survivors. He had been there when Sirius pulled out the bodies of Keahi and Ruga. There were still wolves missing. His own mother was one of them. First Azure, now Hana? He was starting to wonder if his branch of the Fatalis blood was cursed.

He spent days digging debris from his parents' den, yelling out her name with increasingly less hope. When at last the den was fully cleared, he found no sign she had ever been there.

He didn't admit to it, but he started to mourn her. Orphan, that was what he had become. He believed Azure to be dead. Now Hana? He had all but given up hope when his avian companion spoke of spotting sign of her at Whistling willows. The flood had rushed from the Col into Mile High Woods. Had she not been home at the pack at all when disaster struck? Did she know what had happened to the Armada? That her son had begun to mourn her?

Worried for his mother, he took leave from the pack and its relief efforts, and raced to the Willows. "Mum!" He called out the moment he skidded into the territory, "Mum!"