Sea Lion Shores i want a hot dog real bad

His friend murmured her sympathy, which only made him feel worse. It was a terribly thing, to be in a position where you deserved sympathy. He didn't want to have a sob story to tell that would make others look at him like Furi was now. He wanted to be normal. To feel whole, and not broken.

"I just can't understand it..." Artaax said, pushing himself up into a seated position as he stared at the ground between his paws, "I asked her. I made sure. She knows what it is to be natrona. She knows what heda might do. But still, she'd rather risk that than to be with us. To be part of our family anymore." He looked up at Furi then, not completely seeing her.

"And she let my sister follow her. She let both of my sisters stay there with her," he continuted, trembling now, not only because of his fatigue, "She's lead them to risk the same. What kind of mother does that? Why would she do these things to her family? To me?" His voice broke and he dropped his head to stare again at the ground, suddenly realizing he was losing too much control. He had to pull it back in. He couldn't do this. He could not be this broken.