Clocks [GhostxSegar Family]

Though his father had not been around nearly as much as Ghost, Talon was truly unaware of the significance of this. The small child merely though that was how things were supposed to me. He wondered if perhaps his father was some great warrior, defending the lands from bad wolves, protecting all of Seracia. He had no reason to think so, but he was much more inclined to think of these things, rather than assuming his father might not care about them, or about their mother.

Isis protested, and Talon crept closer to his sister, while Misty seemed eager as ever. His sister Misty never seemed afraid of anything, or unwilling to try something new. He envied that about her. Why did the prospect of going outside and exploring terrify him so?

But he didn't worry for long. He felt his mother's nuzzling her and placing a kiss on his skull. "I guess so," he said softly, and though he was nervous, he was sure his mother would protect him and his siblings. But he didn't look sad, simply timid, as his tail wagged behind his small frame as he waited for their departure.