Silvertip Mountain Another road to travel

Stoic did not understand what was happening. Mother was crying, which greatly concerned her. He had begun to form words and comprehension, and mother was sad. "Merrr," He whined, although it was not a selfish gesture. What was wrong? He did not know his father well enough to cry, or to be affected by his abrupt death as of then. he nudged against Zaria, trying to make her stop. He did not like this at all, not one little bit.

"S'merrr?" He questioned, trying to get her to speak. He tried to climb her, reaching as high as he could to lick her muzzle. In the end, he settled to resting upon her, his own way of trying to comfort her. Whatever cause Mother this much grief would have to deal with him, or else. Never would Mother feel like that again, as long as he was around.