Firestone Hot Springs each must die someday

I know that, why do you think I'm here? Rian thought petulantly, but didn't put voice to his mental dialogue. It was no use lamenting openly about his woes. Kjalarr, he knew, had far more to worry about than the complaints of his lowest ranking youth. Undeniably, it wounded him to know even the newborn Prince was ranked above him by virtue of blood alone but this wasn't a grievance he wished to bring up with the Neverwinter ruler, let alone his mother. His ghostly status among the Neverwinter pack lent precident to his status, but he, ironically, refused to see the forest for the trees. 

He was readying himself mentally to be turned away by the brute but Kjalarr did the unexpected: he invited Rian to join him. Shell-shocked, and entirely blown off his feet, Rian stood gawping like a fool for a few moments before his brain caught up. His jade eyes flung open wide as Kjalarr turned wordlessly away and he, not wanting to be left behind, bounded forward to catch up with the adult. The freshly killed buck forgotten in the wake of his emotional upheaval. 

Rian fell in step off the Alpha's flank, his ears cupping forward and his eyes tenatively climbing the reach of Kjalarr's neck in an attempt to find other male's own icy-blues. "Skadi?" He whispers, testing the name on his tongue. Papa and ma never talked much of Gods or dieties, but he was aware of their existence and, indeed, their importance in some wolves lives. It wasn't something he ruiminated on frequently but he didn't question the existence of lackthereof of such things—it just was a thing. He didn't know the Neverwinter ruler believed in a higher power, until now. 

"Where is she? Why cannae we just go an'talk to her? Will she eat the buck?" He fired off as his mind, once more, returned to the kill.