Larksong Grotto His goal in life was to be an echo

The lump that caught in Reek's throat was noticeable to the girl, who had been trained to listen her whole life. She could hear it in his tone, one that held no emotion or feeling. She could hear it in his words, or lack thereof. And she could see it in his actions, his head falling to his feet and his dulled eyes focused forward. She could tell he was having more than just a long day, and a lump that made it hard to speak was the least of his troubles. Jhala frowned, her own gaze falling to her paws. 

"No one's really ready," she offered, honestly. It probably wasn't helpful advice, but Reek was talking to a yearling who wasn't entirely sure what heat even was. But she had at least lived a bit longer than some, and could wrap her head around the situation. She thought to her own parents, and the high-ranking wolves in her old-old pack. She thought to Capriccio, to Taggarik, and to Vuk- who she suddenly missed a bit. She thought to every parental figure she'd ever had, and every parent that she'd met. None of them had been ready, but many still came out just fine. 

"I think you're at least a lil' bit prepared- you got a whole pack ready to help out," she then added, her tail thumping weakly behind her, a forced smile matching it. She wasn't good with advice, but she was trying.