3/9/2016
Weather:
-29° F, -2° C
Sunny
2:10 PM
Everything was weird. @Aleister was back, and for the most part everyone had settled back into something, close to normal he supposed. Papa still wasn't himself, but another oddity was digging at the young man's brain. Ma had always had all of his answers, so she was the one he sought out that afternoon, hoping that she too was idle in these midday hours, or at least not so busy that he couldn't talk to her. That morning he'd tried a little hunting again, but his every effort was fruitless. He would always fail more often than not, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
Just like he didn't have to like that his brother had worried them sick, even for whatever noble reasons he claimed to have. No no, his mind corrected silently. He wasn't going to brood over it; Cernan Vuesain was no fire-starter. At least he was back safe. Whether or not he could make up for the damage done their family remained to be seen, though. For now, the heftier son kept to himself. He and Al were obviously not as close as he and Neha; but the distance was even more obvious now. The Prince was not cold, but he certainly didn't seek out his wayward littermate the way he used to. In fact he was perhaps unnaturally calm about it all; on the outside.
And that was just fine. That kept everyone content, and peaceful. It was all the tawny child had ever wanted in the first place. Maybe if he was relaxed and stable, then maybe everyone else would be that way too. Curiosity, however, was very capable of shoving all that to the back of the boy's mind. All of a sudden his mother had started to smell... different. If it hadn't been so very strong he might have ignored the whole thing and kept his mouth shut; fearing whatever awkwardness the conversation might unearth. Then, just when he was beginning to think that something might be wrong, what with how tense and moody she seemed to be, the perfume vanished. What replaced it was just as baffling, and by this point he'd decided to just ask.
It made the Alphess easy to find, even for a novice tracker like himself. When at last she appeared his fluffy tail swished to life and he lowered his head. “Hey mom,” he called, a lopsided smirk on his maw. By now her dear son was bigger than his dam in all senses of the word. How times had changed. The chunky pup drew up beside her; passing his pink tongue across her chin in submissive, affectionate greeting. The boy then pulled back; his golden pools quietly searching her face. It was obvious that he'd come to her with some undisclosed purpose, but his mother of all people had probably figured that out already.