The days ticked by, each one adding another layer of guilt to rest upon the mother's shoulders. Her kids were largely independent now, nearly at their adult heights, and close to being able to fend for themselves. That's why Aweho's disappearance hadn't alarmed her at first. It was likely he'd just went off on his own, drawn by the promise of adventure, but she'd expected him to return by now.
Saga had already been out looking, though her efforts were fruitless. His trail was non-existent, faded and buried beneath the winter snow or carried off on the wind. So it was with a heavy heart that she returned to the Chasm and called for the adults.