Porcupine Ridge little bird cry no more

She wondered why he'd said Grandmother. What about his Mother? Had she not been around to teach him the things that his grandparent had to? Maybe his mother wasn't polite, so he had to learn from another family member— yes, that was it. It was easier for Diane to think this instead of imagining that he'd never known his mother, or that she had died while he was young. The emotional wolf could be easily overwhelmed in circumstances where her empathy became tried. She felt too much of others' pain to even begin trying to imagine what life would've been like without her own mother.  

"Private?" she repeated, suddenly, coming back to the present with Terich. She shook her head slightly. The idea of being alone didn't sit well in her thoughts, and if she was being honest, she felt better with the Gamma there. "Would you share my catch with me?" she asked quietly. "I.. I want to see the place— your willow tree— but, I don't want to be alone," she admitted, her voice small and unsure.