Blacktail Deer Plateau Saying Hello

Her words were greatly appreciated, and now he was glad he'd told her. It felt like a weight off his chest - a big weight. He smiled at her, giving a wag of his tail. "Thanks, Pema. It means a lot, really." Having someone mention his attitude about continuing on after all that was good, too - he had always tried to do that. For mother, for Sorrel. For Hawthorn. And for his father - the only one he'd had left. He couldn't abandon his father - he'd made a promise to himself never to do that.

"I believe that we should always carry on, even if bad things happen. Giving up doesn't do anyone any good." He hesitated, still shuffling forwards as he focused on the hunt as well as talking. "I also think... having lost so many in our lives brought me and Haw together." The boy chewed the inside of his mouth, glancing at Pema. "Aimer, ce n’est pas se regarder l’un l’autre, c’est regarder ensemble dans la même direction." The hunter smiled, wondering if she might be able to understand French - the language he'd been taught as a child. "We saw eye to eye, me and Hawthorn. We shared similar problems, both having lost family in one way or another." If the wolfess did not understand his french phrase, then he would explain, she need only ask.