Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

He closed his eyes briefly as Ulf brushed alongside him, nodding silently in response to his suggestion. A walk hadn't been on the list of things he was dying for, but he'd have followed his friend anywhere just then. Alarian needed no convincing. He trailed behind the wolfdog, at first allowing some distance between them— but he caught up soon enough.
Unbidden, his thoughts had gone to Celia. His next words came hushed, solemn: What do you think happens after you die? The question had nagged him for weeks. It had never been of much consequence— it had never mattered until now. Until suddenly he was worrying, wondering where he would find his mother again. If he ever did.