I spirit going missing wasn't unheard of, but it still shook Withering Woundwort every time he caught wind. Most of the time he'd leave it up to other, more focused spirits to search but he felt obligated to at least help this time. Sure, he couldn't focus for the life of himself, but he had to try. It just wouldn't be right to not so much as try to help.
The red kiji padded around where he was told the lost was last seen, crimson eyes scanning the forested ground. ...