ooc: fail post
Amata was sad that this meeting couldn’t have been under different circumstances. She kept her eyes peeled as they both hurried along to see if they could see the little brown boy. As they entered the forest. She could tell as Tala went ahead of her for a little bit that she’d been previously injured. Amata wanted to ask about it but the task at hand was more important. She started calling out Denali’s name. if she could find him soon, that would make her happy but she had a feeling that he was nowhere near. They moved deeper into the forest and she grew more worried.
I don’t think we are going to find him.
Amata said, her voice worried and strained, wishing that behind one tree or under a bush she would see her brother. She knew their mother was frantic over him leaving. So were much of the pack, including herself. She felt bad that he had to blame himself… for something that she knew was bound to happen to anyone in the pack, he had just been there at the wrong time.
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