Her world didn't feel real any more. Never again would she see her brother, hear his voice, or tease a smile on his dark lips. Anything she discovered, anything she felt was nothing anymore. Who was there to share it with? Who would care? Despite her return to her family, she felt alienated from them. Maye, that was because she was punishing herself. Should she really deserve to snuggle into her mother, and feel safe? Did she deserve for her father to be proud of her? She had messed up, and caused them misery of no reason by a simple mistake. After finally returning to the Glen she had felt so guilty, so...worthless. Now those feelings were tenfold. How could she not have saved him? Been there for him? Knew something was wrong? Why hadn't it been her instead of Kyros? There was no sadness dripping from her orange irises, she could not yet grieve over the loss of her sibling.

Like a mindless zombie, her paws drug her along the trampled trails of snow, but she never gave a thought to where she was actually walking. There was no point of deciding a destination. She wasn't about to leave the Glen again. That too was her unspoken punishment; to remain here, and try not to screw up...again. When she ended up smelling another new pack member, it took her brain awhile to realize she was going to walk by another wolf. When she did she gave a little start, freezing suddenly, her stare surprised when she caught sight of the unknown dark lady. Another one she was clueless to know.

Wide eyes she stared, taking in faded yellow eyes, and the true shade of the woman's coat: a dark brown, that reminded her of trees she had seen. Realizing her mouth was agape, the young girl clamped it tight, wordlessly taking a few quick steps backward, mindful of space. After all the lady smiled if understanding, which Hyp supposed was better than her out right chuckling at her strange behavoir. Yet, the young Agrys-Tainn couldn't help how her ears pressed flat to her head in simple displeasure, because that was the state she was in.

What came more of a surprise to herself was the word little one did not ignite any anger in her heart, it made her involuntarily flinch. The pup kept a solid face, if it had not happened after all. She was still trying to handle all the emotions that were crammed inside of her and let it slide as a side effect she might prepare for. The wolf came closer, seeming to try to put her at ease, Hypatia wanted to do more than mutely stand there. First she cleared her throat, gently making eye contact. "I should have been watching," quietly, and rather blankly muttered. She really should have been. Her sense of self preservation seemed to be lacking. Quickly she shook her head, not wanting to be alone. "No, I..." Hypatai had no real excuse on her tongue for what she was doing, she was doing nothing. After a pause she said the best she could come up with. "I was looking for some flowers..or what's left of them." It sounded pitiful, but looking for dead flowers was better than what she really was doing ;trying to kill time and guilt.

Would her yellow eyes see through her? She was sure they could. There was little holding Hypatia together. How could she have made a proper wall? If she could the black lady didn't mention it. In fact she didn't even scoff at the whole idea of looking for flowers in winter. It was strange how something so silly could make her feel the tiniest bit better. For the shortest second her tail twitched, as if it might remember how to wag again.

"Yes..please," she admitted a little quicker than she wanted. The young Argyris-Tainn was worried she might change her own mind, and she was in desperate need to do something to keep busy. Fellow Magnolia wolf noted they might not find any, the tawny pup bobbed her head in understanding. It didn't bother her, at least the lady was going to help her look, and wasn't telling her what pretty flowers they would find just to make her feel better temporarily. The question, Hyp's throat tightened, and she found her eyes fixated on the branches above. Then plainly, and quietly she answered, "Someone." Hypatia could not quite say, my brother. Hopefully, for now that would satisfy her elder's own curiosity. To be sure, she began to amble forward, wanting to start this search. Hyp found she could do one better, and paused. She tried to frame the question politely. "Who are you?" It was the best way she knew how to ask for her name.

A faint smile temporarily appeared, maybe if only because of Neoma's. Or maybe it was because she was no longer alone with her own pathetic thoughts. The girl did not wonder, she only decided she liked this lady. She didn't ask questions, and she was definetely not scary. Hyp was grateful for the way she treated her. "I'm Hypatia, just a small girl of the pack." Maybe, she could have been seen as princess of the Glen, but she didn't feel she was. She didn't feel any significance. She had not been any more special than Kyros, it easliy could have been her instead. She did wonder why Neoma should be a lowly scout. What did her mother and father think of her? Instantly, she knew it did not matter. She had already made up she was a good wolf in her book, and she would stick with that.

The girl nodded her lightly colored head, pausing to walk beside Neoma. She did not see any flowers either. Orange eyes slightly brightened in hope as the Magnolia scout spoke of her own mother tale. "Maybe," she quietly began. "We probably got to look under the snow?" She offered, her small face suddenly becoming part of a grimace by her question. Hyp was afraid to be wrong and needed assurance.

Walking beside the tall lady, she let her eyes sweep over the white in hope of a clue. Then she was curious. "Was there flowers were you lived? Were...were they pretty?" The young girl loved flowers, and was in great need of further distraction from her grief.