The woman had not been around her sons as much as she wanted. Particularly her Rin, he had seemed a bit more distant than his brother, though she not greatly so. Narsha would approach the den she shared with her boys, a rabbit dangling limply from her jaws. Soon enough she would need to take the boys out on a hunting trip, teach them how to fend for themselves but today she was content enough to catch a lunch for them. As she approached the den she was aware that it didn?t seem Kyung was around, his scent was a bit staler than the others. The mother in her worried but she just frowned. As long as he was within the pack lands he had nothing to fear and she had to assume he was off playing with the half-sister she had heard about, a lot, from both of her sons. It comforted her some to know they had found a playmate, still she missed being able to sit in on their play sessions and occasionally romp around with them. But she did have to acknowledge that they were growing, much faster than she would have wanted but growing non the less. Speech,

Loneliness gnawed at his insides and at his mind. Although he wasn't alone physically, he felt alone emotionally. He didn't understand why his Father never came to see him, and didn't understand why he was upset with him. Along with that, Rin missed his mentor Chill. He was unsure where she had gone, and didn't understand that by spending the time he so craved with another, had gotten him in trouble. He didn't understand much of what she had told him about 'disowning' and leaving things behind. Didn't it mean that they would be behind him in a directional sense? Like if he turned away from a tree or something? He groaned as he flopped onto his side, translucent green eyes staring at the ceiling. He didn't understand much of anything, but then again he was a child. Did he really have to worry about all those things at his age? Eyes closed briefly as he remembered some of the days he played with Kyung and Irune. As he remembered, a smell interrupted him. Perking up slowly, he picked himself up with a small wag of his tail as he slowly made his way out of the den. Slipping from the shadows, he saw his mother and he'd look at her with a mixture of happiness at seeing her, and sadness with his thoughts. He'd brush his head against her left foreleg, continuing to move further to sit himself between her front legs. His stomach begged for food, but his mind wanted none. He did not know the feeling, but it had slowly begun to creep into his mind. Depression had wound its way into the crevices of his being, and yet he didn't understand. "Hi Momma..." He'd greet with a weak wag of his tail. "Speech"