Emberwood Vilipending Loneliness

Taikon felt his blood grow cold as a familiar name left the lips of the black and white boy. He shifted uncomfortably to put weight on his other side, looking gravely at Spook. Apparently, the leader of the pack had killed his mother and probably other unspeakable actions. This hit home for the white male.
The actions of his own mother had rocked him to his core. At first, Taikon had wanted to kill them. All of them. The Farukans were still, in his mind, an source of evil powered by a dictatorship that consisted of his mother and her new mate. When he had been exiled, he wanted to hurt them all for Cella's death. Now, he could not see himself harming them. While he saw the power structure that had been created as evil, he no longer felt that it was any individual at fault.
From what the boy said, it sounded like for the Ursus at Bearclaw, it was.
His thought process kept him from listening for much of what Spook told him past the Ursus. The boy asked a question, and the white wolf had to replay what had been said for a moment. He just remembered something about "mostly nice" people. Keep moving. Yes. Uh, he began, equally awkward, attempting to find his words. Yeah, that's how I've lived for a years now. It's not all bad, I move from place to place, see lots of land. Meet people. He was pleased that the boy hadn't jumped ship on him. He seemed unsure. Young. Nice.
And you? You live with your mom and your brother? Taikon wondered how he might have reacted to himself at Spook's age. He was much bolder as a child, but did not blame the boy for his caution.