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Kiddo's comin'

Silvano took the feelings in his bones as a sign. A sign to sleep in. He had been up late that night, wasting a scavenged candle in the library as he read a book further, rather engrossed in it. It had been rather late by the time he looked up and noticed a candle half gone. At the time, the windows had rattled a bit now and then, and the boy figured it was going to snow in the morning. So, happily ignorant, he had gone up to his room to curl up on the mattress, under the covers. He slept well after the sun had risen and it was already falling below it's winter zenith when he heard his mother call out in the entry hall. It was surprising enough to him, that he had slept so late and that she was calling, that he had risen straight away to stare groggily at the wall.

He gave a yelp, though, the moment he saw - yes saw - the windows rattling as strong wind struck it. Silvano pulled the blanket out of his suddenly clenched fists, letting it drop around him as he got out of bed and put his hands on the windows. It fogged up and he could feel the cold beneath him. But it was not just the cold that bothered him. It had always been cold that winter. No, what bothered him was the way the wind had made his skin prickle uncomfortably. He was getting tense at the pressure in the air and it was making him very nervous. What was going on? He had no clue. Maybe that was what his mother had to say.

Absently running his fingers through his curly hair, the boy simply wrapped his scarf around his neck. It was what he wore by default, especially if he was going outside. But inside it could still be chilly so he kept it around. It seemed like he was the first to get downstairs. He swelled a little, in pride. Fresh out of bed and the first on the scene. "Mamma, what's going on? The windows are rattling somethin' awful," he asked, rather nervous at the sight of wood, hammer, and nail lying on the floor. Waiting for them to do something. Was it that bad? "What's happening?"

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Before his mother could answer him, a hand came on his shoulder and the boy almost jumped, but he had visibly stiffened. Silvano relaxed once he turned his head and saw his uncle, Jazper, behind him, who had begun to explain what was going on. A storm? A.. storm? A storm! Silvano suddenly felt a burst of fear in his heart, but also his childishness still gave him a little bubble of excitement. His fear was for the destruction, damage, and horror that came from a storm. But his excitement was for the snow that was sure to fall. It would be most fun to play in, especially with a couple of his cousins. He could romp with them, and briefly numb the pain from the missing Denali, and the fact his sister was still asleep. Oh Denali.. how was he going to manage out there in a storm, of all things? His brother.. what was he going to do?

There was no time to fall into a melancholy now though, there was work to do. Silvano smiled broadly as he heard his father, seeing him bringing joy. But he did give the expected grumble of protest at his father's hands on his head, but he was still grinning as he readjusted his curls out of his eyes. He loved his family, it was true, and it felt like he had not seen much of the man. Maybe he was helping with the pack, since Savina had been focusing her attentions here, with her daughter. But it did not matter, Kansas was here to help now and that was all there was to it. After this, once Artemis woke up and Denali was found, Silvano figured his parents needed a vacation of sorts, to go away for a few days to just relax. That would have to wait until warmer weather though, the boy figured. It was not so romantic with snow on the way and children lying ill at home.

" 'Allo Dad," greeted the Sadira boy, tail wagging slightly behind him. Calming quickly, the boy shot his eyes to the materials his mother had collected. "Do we.. do we have enough?" It did not matter to him, he'd help out in any way he could, but he did not want the windows to break. After all, they had no idea how to make it anew and salvaging windowpanes would be, pardoning the pun, a pain in the rear. Silvano glanced at the darkening sky; it was distant yet. But not for long. "Maybe we should start in Artie's room, just to get it over with now? And Aunt Ghita's with the pups?" Those kidlings were far more important.

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trolololol

He could feel the pride coming off of his mother's warm smile and the boy could not help but grin back at her. It was pretty uplifting to see her react that way. It just made him feel like he had been doing the right things lately, since before he felt like he had done nothing but waste time. Artemis's fall seemed to put everything into perspective for everyone, but Savina still seemed to take it harder than them all. That was why when the woman suggested they split up into two, he piped up, "I'll go with Uncle Jazper." He wanted his parents to do something together, even though it was something so serious. He did not know how much time they had spent alone, but he could tell it was not enough with how often Savina sat by his sister's side.

There were other reasons for him going with his uncle, too. After all, he had managed to get the boy home after he had wandered out onto the ice. Somehow, Silvano had gotten the chills for a day or two but then perked up fast with little more than mild sniffles. He, however, had not really gone to check on his cousin lately, so he could always talk to Jazper about his kids and how they were doing. The Sadira boy's eyes trailed after his father, who grinned at him, as he headed up toward Artie's room. Maybe it would have been better to go with his dad.. Nah, it was fine. "Better do it right, Dad, don't wanna have Cambi fix up your thumbs," he called after him in a light jest, trying to lighten the strange tension he had been feeling before. Picking up nails and a hammer off the floor that had not managed to get into their grasps, the boy trotted after the big black male. Silvano readjusted his scarf around his neck, making sure it was tightly on.