Perhaps she ought to have felt more relieved, more excited that her mother was finally home -- but all Saga experienced was a dull, aching pain in her chest. She was angry that their mother had left them, even more conflicted upon seeing a man at her side. Of course she had been heartbroken at the loss of Descant, but why hadn't she shared her sadness with her children, rather than abandoning them? Saga had hurt just as deeply, though she didn't show her own pain well if at all, but that didn't make it any less real.
A sigh slipped from the quiet girl's lips as she made her way to her mother, answering her call with slight annoyance. As her brothers came into view, she would humbly lope to sit beside them. They were both dear to her, though she had a peculiar way of showing it; she didn't think she could ever chose a favorite out of her litter mates. A silent nod was offered to each in turn as the small girl lowered herself to her hind legs, the fur of her shoulder just barely grazing Dutiron's own pelt as she reclined.
