For once the children all agreed on something, they longed for their mother to return. In Sorrel's opinion it'd been far too long since she had been at his side and he wasn't liking that fact one bit. There was no sign at all and yes, like his siblings it worried him, nothing had ever stopped his mother from returning back to the den each time she left, and this absence simply wasn't right.
He had tried calling for her on his own, but perhaps as a group such a thing just might work. He had his doubts about the theory, but Sorrel still certainly hoped so for he really didn't want to go another night without the warmth of his mother at his side. Sure he had his siblings and his father still, but it just wasn't right, he needed Symphony too.
As if the mere will-power had brought her back the white form would now come limping towards them. In such a state though Sorrel remained frozen to the spot for a moment, the sight before him so unlike the pristine state he typically saw his mother in and truth be told he was scared. "Mamma?" He questioned softly and for the first time would seek his fathers comfort over hers, moving close to Gitan's side. "Papa, what's wrong with her?"
