Safety. At least somewhere safer than their packlands. The news given that this would be where they were staying for now would be given and F?licien would release his brother. He was panting, and scared to death. His parents and still yet to join them, and he was terrified something had happened to them as well. Without his mother... who would treat his brother? He knew basically nothing about herbs... the one with that sort of grand knowledge was laying at his paws unconscious. F?licien just felt like crying. Mother nature kept throwing his family for a loop, leaving them powerless to do a damned thing. His mother first... now Sorrel... the boy just wanted to break down.
He would shiver heavily, licking where his teeth too had sunk in due to dragging the other here. His mind was racing, and finally the young male would look back at Novella, speaking in a low, but sure voice. "I'm going back to look for the others." He would glance to Sorrel and then back to his relative. "Sorrel might not have been the only one to be in danger... someone might be trapped. I'll find them... and I'll bring them here." He would turn back the way they came before pausing. "...Just... take care of Sorrel." He knew they would. But those words had to be said. He loved his family dearly... and the immediate ones were his world. With a small sigh he'd begin to walk, hoping none would try to stop him.
