Having one of her babies run off was not uncommon. In fact, it is a somewhat regualr thing at this point. They were rarely in danger and if they were, she would know. After all, she was given all of the powers, abilites and insticts of the great faerie dragon before her death and that included her maternal senses towards the baby dragons and the supernatural ability to know when they are in danger.
She skipped through the air on leaves acting as plaforms she could control at will calling out to her two missing baby faerie dragons. The woods were dense but being here so long, she and her babies knew their way around it well and with it being far enough from human civilisation that humans seldom cross the place and humans don’t even see them unless they believed hard enough in both dragons and fae. She was just a little annoyed at the very fact that her two trouble makers wandered off into the woods when they were upposed to be sleeping.
Meanwhile, said babies peeked their heads out from the side of a thick trunk of a great oak, curiously looking at a man, no... that’s a dragon. Chirping a little as they exchanged looks, they flapped their butterfly like wings and flew over to investigate.