It's always the quiet ones

Phobia wasn't sure if he really got Gem. Or really any of his sisters to be honest. Rainy he understood a bit she was like mom in a lot of ways,  Estie was closer to him but he couldn't seem to grasp what made her tick, El was a pain in the ass, Hydrae didn't care to tussle until she did and then she was vicious (Phobia had yet to figure out his aggression was the trigger for every fight they'd had), Selkie was too preoccupied with appearances, Sim was bubbly! And there was Gem.

Rainy was quiet, and Gem was downright silent. Okay not literally but Phobia had never met a wolf quite so reserved... Phobia hadn't met many wolves yet. To be fair most children their age have yet to develop a filter, certainly for Phobia thoughts go from his mind to his mouth before he even thinks to say them. So maybe Gem was fantastical in her own right. But! She was also skittish and that just would not do! Phobia had gotten it into his mind he was going to help her be less scared. Did he have a plan? No. Was he likely to decide the plan was fighting? Yes. Did that mean he probably wasn't going to actually help? Also yes. But those thoughts require a logic he just doesn't quite have yet!

"Geeeeeem!" The young boy's voice echoed off the walls of the cave system that made up the family's den. He knew she didn't like loud noises but what was he supposed to do otherwise? Track her down himself? Not a chance.