Ankyra Sound and that the only real beauty is order and love and light

the boy had not been fine for a long while. there was a chance that he had never known what it meant to be, but that was neither here nor there. the young ghost was not capable of talking about his feelings with others, so it wasn't likely that he would change and open his heart to her without a major readjustment of his character. it wasn't that he distrusted the members of his mother's pack – his pack – but that he did not feel as though he had room to speak about his own issues. why, when there were so many things plaguing everyone else?

“i'm just tired,” he told her in half-truth. the sharp glint of his gaze latched to her face for a moment and he breathed a soft sigh before attempting to form a ghostly smile on his dark lips. before she could follow up with anything else, he turned his attention toward the blackpine and motioned with his muzzle for her to join him. “you hungry?”