((Set before the maim

Some weeks passed since her new cubs were born, and of course she loved them dearly. But there was a mystery that had been eating her alive for quite some time now. After her mother brought two disappearances in the meeting, she did want to find her younger siblings. Slowed down by her pregnancy and further more birth she haven't been able to do much search. No way she would deliberately leave her new children alone. But as she waited for them to grew stronger, she had started her search not too far from their den. Making sure to hide their scents and cover any tracks leading to their hiding spot.

She found herself entering a laberynt of granite and rock. She did her best to stay quiet in her steps, She and her mother agreed to do this together. Hillevi and Velkan where their responsibility. And as their older sister, she had all of her heart in this. Let's hope we can find anything here. She said to her mother as she inspected the place.

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saga ghosts after her daughter, frustration gnawing at her. ragna's superiority with tracking means the woman is in charge, today, even as the jarl wants to shove past her and start, truly, tearing apart the country to find her. a growl rumbles in her throat in agreement as @Ragna mentions hoping to find something here. "or someone." she hisses, ears laying flat. "someone has them. otherwise they would have come." it's insistent, even as she knows that her daughter isn't someone who needs convincing. ragna, more than anyone perhaps, knows the gravitational pull of the sigrún and the call of the ocean. to miss the yearling ceremony? to miss their drowning? inconceivable. "i'm going to kill who has them." she states softly, though her voice is deadly serious, as she pulls up beside ragna and takes a moment to press her cheek against her daughter's side, sighing.

I hope. And she wasn't going to rest until she found them. Herself understood her mother's worry. She would be too if it were her own kids. She kept her head cold, anger wouldn't be of use right now. Noses and brain needed free way to work. And she always though emotions could easily stay on reason's way. She looked around, sniffing, checking for any hints.

We first need to have them back and safe. Then we can get into the kidnappers throats. With the two yerakongs safely back to their care, it would free the way to fall into their foes. They could use them to stop an attack as long as they had them under their power. @Saga

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@Ragna looks carefully, running her nose along the ground and saga's sense of defeat surges to swallow her. there's a moment where fear grips her limbs and she nearly gives in to the panic to wail - but some resolute piece of herself stands strong. and so instead she merely looses a ragged, shaky breath and drops her head low. her ears knit to her skull and she sinks to her haunches. she gnaws on the inside of her cheek, wondering if this is her fault - if it's all been her fault. none of her cubs have had an easy upbringing. and there's not a single litter that she hasn't destroyed. perhaps she is an albatross; cursed.

"have i been an awful mother?" she finally asks, tipping her head up to peer across the distance at her chimeric daughter. nero said that she didn't have to be so strong all the time - and she so lets a chink in her armor fall. let's some little vulnerable piece of herself peek out. "did i raise you well?"_{BG — ART — CODE}

Tail(Or what's left of it) lifts as she inhales all the air she cans. The more the better and easier it was to obtain any important scents. She was a good tracker because she had to be, with so many Rike around and does alike that many do her family might be in danger of either kidnapping or worse. She was a fighter but also someone who worked in the low whenever the situation called for to like this one. Scarred muzzle dropped, paws firm on the rocks beneath. Cold yet analytic eyes focused, lurking, scanning ever inch, ever corner.

But as she walked through the room, ears switched as a bad feeling made her turn her head towards her mother who now found herself sitting, clearly afflicted. Her serene face dropped and now a more worried one takes the mantle of her gaze. She approached but stopping right by her mother's presence. Saying nothing at first, listening, processing her Jarl and dame's speech, one charged with sadness and sorrow, self-hate staining each of them. She says nothing while her legs drove her closer, her head wrapping around her mother's carefully but affectionate. Her blue eyes closed as she wanted to give the lioness that thought her to the world use her to soak her of tears, to use her to wipe them out. All of these years around her she knew her maybe better than anyone else, being like a shadow to her even at her very first days of life.

She let her to get lick @Saga's check and forehead as she used to do her when she was younger. Like returning the favor.

Never, She stated, never. Saga had been the best and only one she would ever see as her mother. No one would take away how much she loved and respected the lioness before her. You are the strongest, most loving and tough mother in all Amaryliss and the world at all. And no one nor anything will change that. Not even death. I'm here thanks you. I'm strong because of you, I'm a better lioness because of you. I am alive because of you and the devotion you gave me and my siblings...you lifted us when everything seemed lost...even when my father died you kept us alive...you are not awful...you are our lives, our queen and my mother. And now that...i had cubs of my own... I only wish to be like you. To be hue mother you was to me...and i love you, and I will always love you.. and that was an statement to neve falter unless her soul left her body. She felt her eyes threaten with tears of their own. She hated to see her most important lion like this. She didn't deserve such pain and sorrow. And whoever is making her like this would face the sharp end of her fangs. And there a tear finally made its way down her own cheek.

She then attempt to place her forehead against her mother's. Let it all go, i am here for you as i had always been. And she will protect her until her last breath. That was for sure. We will find her, them. She then stood up and offer her shoulder for her mother to lean on._{BG — ART — CODE}