His father was off somewhere as were Colette and Caesar. Shakespeare had no idea where any had ran off to, though nor did he particularly care in that moment. His siblings annoyed him, and his father at times was somewhat scary, perhaps scarier still was the simple fact that Caesar honestly didn't care what the man did, he still continued to break walls and infuriate the man.
His brother of course even wound up his mother, provoked rage from her as well. She was far more preferable though in Shakespeare's opinion and it was purely her whereabouts that he cared for now as he found his steps leading him back towards the den in hopes that she had perhaps retreated back there for a moment of peace. He sought the same thing after all, a quiet to enjoy with his mother without his loud siblings destroying the peace.
He was to have more bad luck though it seemed with no sign of his mother in or around the den. With a heavy sigh the boy would sit, not in a careful manner either but swiftly and disappointedly. Head lowered, bright eyes staring at his paws not entirely certain what to do with himself now. He didn't want her for any particular reason, he was perfectly fine alone but he had wanted to spend time with her.
