Silvertip Mountain Turning Tables

"Tell me." Krypton took in a breath and then released it. She shuffled her front paws a bit before looking towards Odette. "You're father was an amazing wolf, little Odette" she started off, wanting to share some info about him before going on about his death. "He cared about every single pack mate, especially your mother because he loved her so much. He loved you just as much, along with your brothers" she said, speaking highly of the passed FitzDutiful. He was a good man, and deserved peace, love, and kindness. Something he reflected during every waking moment of his life. Krypton decided to go on and not leave the girl hanging. "He was grey and white like clouds, with beautiful eyes like the sunset" she described to the child, wondering if she was processing any of the information she was given. "He was curious, just like you" Krypton spoke quietly, though she smiled a tiny bit before returning to her neutral face.

"After you and your brothers were born, your father-" Krypton started out, fighting back her quivering lips. "He left peacefully, dying for an unknown reason. He never expressed any signs of pain or discomfort, he was happy till the moment he died." Krypton sniffled weakly before forcing herself to give a small smile to Odette. "But he will always be in our hearts" she finished off softly.