Lana followed after her sister, scanning the foliage, and scenting the air to no avail. He was gone. She failed. She was a failure. She was supposed to be looking after her brothers, and what good had it done? None. The smallest sibling was still able to escape from her grasp as easily as the water flowing through the stream.

Inky ears flew back as Treyah spoke, a whine threatening to pierce the air between them. It was too soon. They had to find him, and every second they weren't looking was a wasted one, but the youth obeyed regardless. Trey knew what she was doing. She had to know. "You're right." Was she though?