The soft rustle of grass underfoot reached Feather's ears as he watched himself walk, ears folded down and brow furrowed slightly. He'd been out of sorts for the past few days, unusually distracted and quiet. It had taken a jab from Frolic to alert him to it, of course, but now that he was aware of it he could see that his son was right. Something was amiss.He rooted around in a nearby bush, tail flicking back and forth behind him, and eventually found a nice plump berry to chew on. Lifting his head, he let out a soft snort and licked the juice from his lips. Was it Frolic? No, the buck was sort of independent, always off with others; it couldn't have been something he'd done. He hadn't seen his other children in a while, perhaps he was missing them? That was entirely possible. But, now that he thought about it, it was also possible that it was their mother, Daydreamer, that he was missing. She'd all but disappeared after the clutch was born, and he hadn't seen her since. Why would she just disappear like that? Another snort sent a puff of fog into the cool air in front of his nose, and he searched for another berry. Where could she have gone? Had he driven her away? He couldn't remember doing anything to upset her; in fact, he'd been his usual, nice self to her all along. He'd doted on her while she was pregnant, soothed her during the birth, and tried his best to be a good father (even if most of the clutch had branched off by now). What had happened?
Amorpheous
