Hushed Willows Aren't you tired trying to fill that void?

It was in his nature, to find strong attachment in one wolf in particular. As a babe he'd practically glued himself to Olive - not entirely strange, for sons to love their mothers, but he could vividly recall the pain of her absence when she was gone from him for a moment longer than expected. Then Dorea had come into his life and he'd been smitten at once, always yearning for her company. His obsessive affection for her was likely the reason for her dispersal, after all.

But Teya. Sweet, gentle Teya. She had come to him in his sleep, sat quietly by his side by the moon pool with her shoulder to his. That touch had never happened, not in the real world, but he'd felt it all the same. It had to mean something, he thought, this yearling who was so desperate to connect with another of his kind. Everything had to have meaning.

"Hey," he greeted, tone softened, and offered a friendly sweep of his white-tipped tail as he briefly looked her over. She seemed... afraid? Anxious, as she glanced his way then away again, of what had happened to the densite, no doubt. "Are you okay? I... I saw you slip, and..." awkwardness in his words as he shifted, powder eyes looked downward at his muddied forelimbs.