Whitewater Gorge A Prince Without A Kingdom

Arrille waited for the answer he wanted. In fact, inside he was excited. That he would finally find his father again. He would tell Maude, and they could go back home. He waited for the words to be spoken, of where his father was...and apparently, it was not somewhere the boy would be reaching any time soon.

He felt a wave of dizziness. Not only had his father left, and not come back. But he was dead as well. Whether or not Arrille even had reason to believe these words, he chose to believe them anyway. His heart chose to, and it ached. 

"What....a-are you sure? Are you s-sure he's dead?!" he stammered, and then his mind went elsewhere. "Were you there...did he...did he ever mention me before...before..." Arrille just wanted to know if his father had ever truly loved him. If he had bothered to mention his name, besides when he called his name upon seeing this wolf. "How did you know him?" he added, suddenly curious as to why this wolf and his father had met at all.