Emberwood Vilipending Loneliness

These Ursus beasts seemed like not a force to be messed with. Taikon thought back to the unfriendly grey wolf, wondering how it might have been different had the other male decided he wanted a fight. He supposed he was rather lucky. Luck had been kind to him in general since his arrival in the Wilds.
A prince, the son of a king and queen, Taikon clarified. Every pack seemed to use different terminology to describe their leaders. As Taikon's family had invested heavily in the idea of a monarchy and royal bloodlines, he was more used to the idea that aristocracy and those of pure royal blood were "better" than others. Clearly, this youngster didn't have the same bias.
The news that Spook's father was dead hit his chest. The words briefly knocked the breath out of him, and he realized he should not have asked. Oh, he answered flatly, looking away.
Taikon's father had also died when he was young. He didn't like thinking about it. He thought about saying something, but when his words failed him, he could only sit there awkwardly. Time to go, said the lizard brain. The white wolf was good at few things. He was terrible at many other things, and one was talking about death. Taikon stood abruptly. I should let you get back to your search for your brother, it's uh..late, he said. I'm sorry about earlier, Spook.
He waited a brief second for a reply before turning away and setting off at a lope into the dark woods, leaving the boy alone with his...feelings.