Spotted Eagle Mountain little voice

Such was the nothingness in his mind, it felt almost like a perpetual hum. He heard the humming over the gentle treads of a dear friend, and her distantly familiar voice. The boy blinked up at her with huge empty gold eyes. He didn't say anything because he couldn't. And while he recognised her name — Spring, the hint of a warmth long-gone — he couldn't recognise the other name. Ishi.

Soft and starved, the little youth was pulled gently to his paws by the stronger wolf. Still and traumatised, he made no move to do anything but would do as she directed. But his legs were as weak as snow, and he trembled lightly.