"Jarvis?'
Ametrinekit had been at it for hours. "Jarvis?" She called, glancing about the area as if her deceased brother would appear at any time, as if summoned by her call- however, no such sight occurred, and she continued her endless cries until turning to a seemingly invisible figure.
"What am I doing, you say? I am meowing at my lung's fullest capacity. The voice that resounds back to me reminds me of someone I know." She mewed, anguish weighting her words with the burden of grief as she uttered her next sentence, of which words were but a whisper to her.
"Have you seen my dear brother?"
As such, she had received no reply; only silence surrounded her, leaving Ametrinekit to stand amidst the clearing, wailing for the sibling she would never retrieve, no matter how much her throat was scraped raw by her efforts.