You can skip over it 'til the last paragraph or so, this accidentally turned out to be a character study C: Duckweed is a small, pale-coloured yearling, for your reference.
"There was a fire around here, I heard."
Silence.
"It was before I was born. The family almost died but the children made it out safe."
Silence.
"I think it's good they stuck together, looked after each other when they had nobody else. No parents to protect them."
The silence was enforced even harder after that.
Bella sighed, shaking her head.
How was it possible that during the whole last year, her youngest had been a shining light against his siblings, an open defiance to Wolesh's dominant genes and influence on his eldest children. His blatant neglect of Duckweed had deeply saddened the mother, but she had hoped it would mean that Duck, at least, would not grow to emulate him. Wolesh had many strengths but each and every one was countered with a hard negative, and she had never been sure if his sum total was positive or not. Family and her refusal to abandon it had forced them together, Bella making the most of an unfortunate situation, and though she loved her offspring she was secretly terrified that they would live out Wolesh's legacy instead of her own.
Duckweed, weak and fragile and innocent, had been her hope. Whether or not she had more children in the future was now uncertain, something she had quietly dreaded but accepted when Wolesh had been alive. Though Bella desperately wanted to wipe the Calor name clean and let it begin again, sometimes, in the dead of night, she wondered if it would be better to let it die with Wolesh. Whatever family he had outside of her and their children she had never known, and a Calor family who lived hundreds of miles away was no concern of her own. Here, in this part of the world, she had agency over it. To nurture it, and let it blossom, or to strangle it now in case it turned out venomous? Watching Wolesh die had been difficult on many fronts. Knowing that he lived on in Crow, Snake, Fox- no. He lived on in Ahkna, Staleek, and Tauza. Bella would publicly deny them those names as long as she could, in the hopes that her legacy would prove dominant over his own, but Foxglove had begun to ignore her name. What was Bella supposed to do with that?
Duckweed was untainted with one of Wolesh's names, but he still had Wolesh's blood running through his veins. It must have been a life of conflict, she mused, having both herself and their father exist within them, halves to four new wholes. She saw herself in Staleek's reflection the most but also the least, with his chocolate fur but cold eyes. In Duckweed, an almost perfect image of his father, she had seen glimpses of herself, though he was cursed with those pale eyes too. They all were. Where was her part in their creation? Had Wolesh's genes strangled her own in their conception? Or was it their upbringing which had caused it, her easy love competing poorly with his which had been harder to earn? She could not have been wrong in loving unconditionally, being there for them above all else. Parental abandonment had been her own undoing. What had been her childrens'?
Silence fell over them, familiar and heavy, and Bella wanted to cry out in pain. Every step towards her mountain brought her joy, but at the apparent expense of her son's. But how could she fix him if he could not explain the ailment? There was only so much love could mend, and she did not know the right words to soothe him. Nothing she tried worked. A small seed of doubt told her to turn around, to forget the lake, but was that a sacrifice she could make? Was it even the solution? She had asked him, to no response. Did she had to give up everything of her own in the faint hope that it would provide Duck with some comfort? Was her job as a mother to ruin herself for their sake? Belladonna had given everything else for them, had devoted her life to them ever since their conception. Did she have to give him this, too?
Before long, Bella's tale of the forest fire was proven true; the evidence of destruction opened up before them, taking them from a dense, ancient forest into a young one, life steadily recovering from the disaster. The fresh greens were beautiful, the relatively young trees determined to prosper in the aftermath. The smell of smoke and burnt things was long gone, but she could imagine it. To live through such a thing was a hardship she barely dared imagine. She thought of her own children caught in such a thing, and how they would survive if both she and Wolesh had perished. It was not hard to believe that Crowfoot, Snakeroot and Foxglove would have endured, with their fierce hold on life.
Glancing at Duckweed, she was surprised to catch him staring hard at her, and for a moment their thoughts lined up perfectly. Duck's eyes narrowed as Bella's widened, and after a long second, he peeled away, body language hard and hostile. She whined after him, but he marched on, and the mother and her shattered heart was forced to follow.