Moonspear Come back my love

He nodded. He was uncertain as to how young this wolf's children were, but at any young age the world was beyond comprehension. If they didn't understand, they didn't need to. One day they may ask questions, but if their world was perfect the way it was, there was little reason to change the way they saw it by clouding their vision with adult problems.

"Does it really matter why?" he asked with a glance in the wolf's direction. They always had questions as to what motivated a wolf to do anything, but at the end of the day all they could do was react to what was done. Nevertheless, he realized Fitz had cut himself off. He needed more time to process things. He could have that time.

The conversation shifted. "Doing well. Mate's still pregnant, so I'm picking up a few additional responsibilities." He had a feeling Fitz knew how that went, and while a small part of Kero disliked mentioning his own situation as it was similar to the silver wolf's current lament, it was his life and he'd asked how things were.

"Are you ready to head back yet?" Kero asked now that the wolf had settled. "Or do you need a little more time out here?"