[/html]He'd gotten a sense of wanderlust, venturing to the edges of the Cour territory in an attempt to find a discernable scent amongst the snow. He knew who he was looking for. He wanted so badly for her to be there too.
But she wasn't.
Kambujiya sat himself down, disappointment written so clearly across his face. How many times had he ventured to the borders of the lands in an attempt to find his mother? And how many times had he failed to find her? Every time, for many times. He exhaled, distressed at the idea that she was truly gone. He was left with no one, simply himself.
He turned away from the border, unwilling to stand and return to his home until his mind was cleared. It wasn't fair; other people had their families and homes, and he was stuck without. But he didn't complain, not usually. He did enjoy his new place within the Cour. He just missed his mother.
Solemnly, he rested his head on his paws, staring back toward Lunenburg and settling into the snow. When would the winter go away?
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