The twins were understandably lost in the big castle. Only the day before, they’d buried their parents in the small graveyard and now they were on their own. Sticking together, Damien and Iris ended up outside in the garden that their mother had tended almost daily, holding hands tightly and just walking through. Both were quiet, trying to come to terms with losing the only family they knew so suddenly. Ahead of them, the coyote and clouded leopard walked together quietly, shoulders touching in an effort to comfort the other. It was a quiet walk from all four, silently working on coping with all of the changes.