Redhawk Caldera you don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone

The words had finally been uttered. It was a soft, wavering whimper, but the pronouncement hit her like a blow to the chest. She sat silently for a moment. It was a respectful silence, not an awkward one. His small, shivering form, the walls he had worked so hard to keep up, crashing down all in that moment. She sensed a sadness and longing in him, offering a soft nuzzle to his forehead. 

"I'm so sorry for your loss," she uttered. She wasn't going to pity him like one would pity a small child. Instead, she treated the situation like she were dealing with any other wolf. Though it didn't seem so, everyone mourned in similar ways. Sasha felt herself come somehow closer to the pup, an instinctual, almost maternal instinct kicking in. 

This was her problem now too, and she had to help somehow.