Dawnlark Plains Tell me what you know about dark nights

He listened quietly as she opened up to him and offered him a peak into her past. She had come here only to find that her sister had died merely one week before--it was tragic, especially considering she had implied that she lost her best friend on the journey here as well. He knew grief well by now--had shared his every waking moment with it since losing the plateau and his mate. Kavik knew the suffocating despair that took up residence in one's heart when a loved one was taken by death. He gently touched his nose to her cheek again, offering a few soft, comforting licks. I'm very sorry, Myrren, he whispered solemnly. He wasn't sure what else to say. Anything he thought of just didn't seem right or like it would be enough, so he eventually just settled for comfort, tightening a little more around her and nuzzling her cheek gently with his muzzle.