Bearclaw Valley matthew died in this house

hesitantly, the boy comes closer to jaylen, who does not protest. he nearly wonders if he should pull the boy in for a warm hug, as he hugged aerasha... but he decided it would be best not to touch a smaller animal without their agreement. instead, round little ears twitch as he listens to the boy's response. those heart wrenching words. a boy without his mother... 

the boy's eyes look up at jaylen, who stares back with obsidian ones. his heart seizures in his chest, wishing he could help the boy. wishing he was a magic bear, wishing he could bring back the boy's mother with a single word or a snap of bearish paw. "i'm... i'm so sorry." comes the gentle whisper. dark eyes glossy, wet, a result of his overflowing empathy which tugged him to share the grief. and now jaylen sits back on his butt, and does stretch his arms out wide in each direction, as if to offer a hug. wondering whether it was a foreign concept to the wolves.