Silvertip Mountain Turning Tables

Odette listened quietly as Krypton spoke, although she did sniffle a sob a couple times, she mostly stayed pretty stoic.  As she listened her Father became more and more like this figure that she really wanted to end up like.  He was like a light in the darkness.  Something beyond perfection... or at least he seemed like that from what she had heard... although that formed a question in her mind, despite how much she loved this Father who she had never really gotten to know.  How could anyone be perfect?  Another sad question formed in her little mind too about how Krypton claimed her Father had been happy when he died... how could dying be happy?  It just made no sense.  Had Krypton been there when he died or something?

"Di he haav onney faults an haw waa he happy when he died?"  Odette asked Krypton with a small frown, not understanding the point of those two parts of what the older brown furred wolf had told her.  Then Odette waited for an answer to her question about her absent Father.