All he wanted was to comfort his little brother and defuse the worry that bubbled up inside of his small body. The long-legged shadow would do anything for Niles—he was blood and Greer loved him more than he could ever describe (or admit). As much as he wanted to deny Niles’ request to help, he knew that the littlest Archer-Lyall would go searching for his sister with or without his help. If Niles got lost as well… Greer wouldn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t have that on his conscious. They would have to do it together; there really was no other option.
“O—o…kay,” he responded hesitantly, the word paired with a slow nod. “Niles help Greer. Find Issi. Together.” It was a promise, but it was one he wasn’t sure if he could keep it. The shadow wanted to remain hopeful—especially for the sake of his little brother—but winter was a cruel, bitter mistress and did not care if a lone pup wandered into its depths. He shivered at the thought, his brows heavy as he studied his white-cheeked brother. Unsure of what else to say his dark lips remained tight as he waited for the excitement to explode out of the little smudge. Since the yearling was always out and about he would make sure that he kept an eye—and a nose—out for their sister, even if little Niles wasn’t at his side. The snow may have covered her old tracks, but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t making new ones.