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Continued from here!
IC: As the borders fell away behind the quartet of Cut Rock River wolves, Mace found himself lost in thought. Like Maksim, Mace did not understand his parents' reason for not returning with him... It was their home, after all. The Attaya wolves had, however, their own reasons, likely steeped in the grief of their family being splintered by the very land that was supposed to keep them safe and nurture them. He didn't know their reasons and didn't understand them, which made explaining them to his sisters somewhat... Problematic.
Nonetheless, it was his duty as their brother to guard them now, and shelter them from any harm, be it mental, physical, or emotional, that sought to find them. So as they walked in a dejected silence, he turned to Cinder and placed a comforting lick of tongue against her cheek. "You know they loved you deeply," he repeated, his ears planing toward his tousled neck as he attempted a smile. "They would never have gone if they'd known you were here, safe."
Did he know that for sure? Of course not. But if Mace's parents had taught him anything, it was that they were virtuous wolves who cared deeply for their family. He felt certain they would not have intentionally departed without their living children in tow, not without believing those they left behind had died. He needed, as desperately as Cinder and Quil did, to believe that that was true.