Swiftcurrent Creek all the world you roam, turns you into stone

It’s as if he knew Phillip was there the whole time. Or... maybe he didn’t. Zephyr looked lost. It’s hard to tell how he felt in that moment, if anything at all. He’s feeling something, Phillip assured himself. Not being able to tell what exactly made it all the more painful.

It’s grief, he thought as Zephyr told him who she was and what she hadn’t said in her lifetime. He said this in such a dull tone, and yet Phillip was certain he was grieving. This is his mother after all. It was someone he himself never had in his life, but he was able to emphasize with the loss of someone important.

I’m sure she loved you he somberly whispered. They’re bound together in a unique way, as all mothers and sons are. That’s how it’s supposed be, Phillip’s heard. Wolves with that sort of bond must love one another. Maybe she just didn’t know how to say it. It’s one thing to feel it, and another to voice it. He knew from experience.