Kait was still in shock over what had happened. She had lost her mother, the wolf who meant most to her. The femme would let out a soft sigh, her ears flicked back as she gazed across the Gulley. She kept hoping, praying, that her mother would pop up again at some point. But it was a pointless prayer. Her mother was not coming back, not any time soon, and the child was going to have accept that fact sooner or later. It was a simple fact that she was going to be forced to grow up. Kaitlyn spent most of her time in their mother’s den. She was in denial. She kept thinking to herself if she just believed then eventually Marina was going to come back. But the days kept passing, and the child found herself growing more and more worried. She would glance back towards the den that she lay half in, half out of. Was.... Was Marina gone forever? A sigh passed her lips as Kait lay her head on her paws. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. It made her feel sick inside. Green eyes would slide closed, and she gave a soft whimper. “Won’t you please come home?” ""

Ren did not believe his mother was gone forever. Or rather, he hoped not. He knew that this sickness was one of the mind, and as with the fit back in the cave he hoped that it would eventually wear away. He certainly hoped she recognized her children again, at the very least. He would pass by Marina's old den - he had moved out not that long ago, too big to fit anymore - when a soft whimper would make him pause. He had not passed this way in a long while, instead focusing on the borders. And yet, there was his sister's scent, strong as ever. Had she been staying in the den, anyways? He knew she was tiny, and could probably fit with Marina... but... Frowning, he stepped forward, blinking a bit as he stuck his head into the den to see. Yes, there was his sister. "Kaitlyn," he murmured softly, wiggling inside to and around so the girl was tucked against his side. He would lap at her ears soothingly, silently. Oh, his poor sister.

Kaitlyn would lift her head as Ren entered the den with her. She would press against him, drawing into his larger form for comfort. She would close her eyes and allowed another soft sigh to pass her lips. “Ren...” The girl would squeak softly. Her brown ears would lower as she looked up to her big brother, her soft green eyes shining with a sense of hurt. “Why is mama sick, Ren? Why won’t she recognize us...?” The young girl was shaking. “We won’t... We won’t lose ourselves too... Will we...?” The small girl would ask. She would look to her brother for guidance and hope. Where was the light in these dark times? If it were not with her siblings, then who? The femme would shuffle her paws, hoping her brother had some sort of answer. Had some sort of peace of mind he might be able to give her. ""