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Happiness seemed another world away, in his current conflict of emotion, but he did not allow it to spread across his features in clear display of his struggle. The man moved closer and placed himself beside the younger wolfess, eyes of vermillion peering her way before washing over the horizon. "Hey, Steph." A small smile flicked the corners of his mouth upward, an attempt at reciprocating her gleeful tone - primarily, it was guilt that thundered against his skull, battering his thoughts with gloom, but he would not allow the keeper's mood to drop due to his own misery.

"Nothing much..." He responded, still watching the distant clouds and the prairie that lay below - he thought then of his mate's last words, and another wrack of shameful guilt clambered up his throat. "It's... it's been odd, without Cebra here." The wolfdog offered honestly, amber gaze inching back toward the inky girl's face. He hoped bringing up a heavy subject would not put her off from conversing with him - the longer he walked alone, the increasing loneliness he felt.