Meanwhile, Topsy was in the Sheltering Grass; he had completely broken down. Bron had heard him crying from across the Sinking Sand. He carefully made his way onto the rocks and stuck his head into the grass. Then, he gently nudged Topsy's side with his nose; that prompted the threehorn to look up at his friend with tears in his eyes.

"What do you want?" Topsy asked.

Bron sighed.

"Mind if I come in?" Bron asked.

"You can if you want; get comfortable," Topsy answered.

Bron settled into the Sheltering Grass across from Topsy.

"I know how you feel; losing a parent is one of the hardest things anyone must go through; age doesn't matter in that sense," Bron replied.

Topsy nodded as more tears streamed down his face. He wiped the tears with his paw as more kept on coming.

"I miss her already; I guess the speech she started was her way of saying how much she loved us and that the herd meant a lot to her; it's too bad she dropped dead like that," Topsy responded.

Bron nodded.

Soon enough, the two males shared an embrace; Bron truly understood what Topsy was going through since he lost his mother many months before. Moments later, they broke apart from the embrace.

"Thanks; I really needed that," Topsy admitted.

"Me too, actually; I'm sorry for your loss; well; it was more everyone's loss; this herd is like one big family," Bron responded.

Topsy nodded and managed to smile.

After a while, they went back to Theresa's final resting place; even though, it's at Topsy's nest.

"Sorry I ran off like that; it's just that-"

"You don't need to explain; we know that Mother meant a lot to you; we loved her too," Celine told him.

Rita nodded in agreement.

Topsy smiled at his sisters and walked up to nuzzle them. Soon enough, everything was getting a bit better. All they had to do now was plan Theresa's funeral.