From the Aspen Dam, he'd run down. The wound on his knee had slowed the boy, but it wouldn't stop him. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't. It wasn't fair-- it wasn't
fucking fair that no one was doing anything. Everyone was moving on with their lives, and Celeste was
still fucking missing. No one was looking. Did anyone even care? The boy is angry at the world-- his siblings, his father, his other mother, his grandfather, everyone who had ever claimed to love her. Though he didn't know what went on where he couldn't see it... would it have mattered if he did? Would it have mattered to the boy who just desperately and wholly wanted his mother back and whole?
Grateful to see and smell the borders of a pack in the distance, Tama drew near. While he wasn't usually one to wave around his family name like it was plot armor, it certainly provided a little extra political elbow grease when he needed it. He would try without it first, but he didn't need to worry about packs being unfriendly, at least. Approaching the border, the boy's voice... well, he's still just a yearling. The words come as a shout, frayed at the edges where he struggled to control the emotions.
"Excuse me!" There's a polite enough start.
"I'm looking for my mom, can anyone help?" He's loud, worried, not shrill but... well. If it takes too long for someone to come find him, he'll just walk along their borders and keep yelling. Making an ass of himself was fine, had always been fine, and would continue to be fine-- this is his
mom we're talking about.
TAMAGOYAKI
