Totoka River So this is it....

Potema watched Charon's eyes, noticing that he was in deep contemplation, most likely about his family, both the ones he lost and the ones left behind that were also mourning. It must be heavy for pack as a whole and for the family. Despite what he tried to mask, his face had a look on mourning that Potema was largely unfamiliar with. The pack had no deaths to her knowledge, only disappearances. Even then, they were dealt with easily. She had never grieved before.

"I don't think you could have taken down a bear by yourself anyway. Even if I helped you." She said, matter-of-factly. She didn't know how to console. Her stepfather was a counselor, not her. "But enough about that....you said you were going to teach me how to swim, right?" She forced a smile, passably realistic, but to her it felt fake.