He'd taken his time coming back to Fiori lands, wanting to be alone with his thoughts. He knew he wouldn't be missed, he often took to exploring at night, it was cooler now and the humidity of the east was not as intense during moonlit hours. His mismatched paws carried him easily back along the river that connected to the groves, but instead of going to the den his form would wander to pool he liked best. His mind was so clouded he was half in the water before he noticed his mother Amalia laying lazily on the land. He was slightly behind her and didn't see her expression, but even through what Vereux had said about what she'd done he felt to ill will towards her. Still the same feeling of love and comfort would take him. He was drawn to her presence, wading through the cold water towards her his expression would shift to a soft smile. There were still so many questions he had to ask, but he'd calmed during his walk home. Amalia would never do anything to intentionally hurt him or his brothers or mother. She was more a parent than the one who sired him, and the boy was well aware of that fact. "Momma?" He'd call out, curiosity mixed with the love in his voice. Quite a bit of time had passed since he'd called her by that name. At least before he'd gotten bigger than her.
