Hushed Willows oh, clean eyes

he had heard the wolf approach, ears twitching slightly at the chuff and then the soft words, masculine and familiar. nevertheless the boy didn't respond, not out of the bad of his heart or anything like that; he simply wasn't ready yet. so with his uncle watching not too far off, he'd continue to design and feel comforted at both the pressure it exerted on his paws and the ability to have something completely in his control. how these designs turned out were up to him, he could stop and start them at any given moment. it was strangely reassuring for the little boy, especially considering his inability to control pretty much anything else about him or his life. 

as this went on his pressure on the earth would increase, inscriptions growing deeper and rougher as emotions swirled uneasily in his gut. he didn't want to face them. this would continue on until his pad scraped along an unseen stone, small but deadly it seemed. he would've hardly even noticed the sting had it not been for the new crimson stain to accompany his creations and eyes would widen at the sight- memories crashing down all over again. he was frozen now, staring at the spot for a long few moments- mind spinning at a million miles a second before he'd look to cortez for the first time. the eyes that met his uncle's worried gaze seemed way too serious and old for their little childish vessel. the liquid, it had come from inside his momma and obviously it wasn't supposed to. "he not comin' back" are the hushed words to finally slip from his jaws in reference to his missing parent; he still couldn't fully understand what had happened but this much he'd grown certain of. for some reason, he had gone away and left them for good.