Hushed Willows plain white shirt and a skinny black tie

no that's fine- thanks for joining!<3
also i absolutely hate this post but it had to throw it up or he'd get caught by the sweeper eeh

someone's coming. his eyes lift slowly to fix on the figure, recognising it as his brother as he makes his way towards him through the rain. he's surprised and a little confused by this action- atwood wasn't one to come looking for him and the break in such normal routines was well, odd. to be honest they were a weird bunch, even before the..tragedy they'd endured. tragedy... it was a word he'd heard whispered a lot recently, sometimes he could swear he heard it in the whispers of the swishing willows. he follows the other boy's gaze when he reaches him, blinking fondly at the object of their attention and drawing it closer with a defensive paw. he didn't think atwood would be the type to mistake it for a toy but he couldn't be too sure, it was much more important than a toy! this was stick.

he glances back up at the statement to leave his more earthen coloured sibling and gives a small nod in response, a troubled frown tugging at his delicate features. "yes" he pushes himself up from his crouch so that he now sits, giving his head another shake without even thinking that this could result in atwood getting hit by a little shower of water droplets. well that was that and in fact reif would likely have just nodded at that exchange of words and continued on but was stopped by a familiar nagging of curiosity. atwood had seen what had happened and he wondered and wondered, did he see it all the time too? was it normal to replay it over and over again without even wanting to? he worries at his lip, unsure as to how he's meant to express this.

see reif didn't not like his family, he actually cared about them quite a lot. he just didn't know how to show it, in fact he didn't even realise he didn't know how to. he would give them the cold shoulder or flat out ignore them without realising it looked bad, to him it was quite obvious that he cared without any of the weird stuff. still, he wasn't particularly close to anyone either and had yet to realise how much he needed it, in fact probably more than most. he was vulnerable in ways he didn't quite get yet and could do with that extra support of someone who understood what things he did meant whether they made sense to the rest of the world or not. 

yet this would remain lost to the pup, possibly forever. detached eyes would finally regain focus on the other and he'd glance tentatively at his eyes only to sweep his gaze downwards once more- feeling a strange jolt at the action and not liking it one bit. "do you miss mama?" he finally asks, genuinely curious as to what answer he'll get. did he miss mama? yes he supposed he did, he missed his presence and the things he did for them but all the other wolves said he still lived on within them or something weird like that. so did that mean they weren't supposed to miss him? he scrunched up his nose, it made no sense he couldn't be gone and here and he'd been told both! a little distressed huff would escape his creamy jaws.