Firefly Glen like a soft melody

His answer prompted her to give him a single, soft look that seemed to say as I suspected. Her ears flattened in sympathy towards the Ostrega. The grief and pain in his voice stung, but not nearly as deep for her as it must be for him. Keyni recalled the many wolves of his family she had hoped to forge relationships with, but never would. Osiris when she arrived at the borders, the dark shadow of Atlas. Even Hydra, who she had rallied to in the final take down of the bear. She could only hope that those remaining, would stay alive and well.

"Life can be cruel, and we may never make sense of why things happen as they did." She offered. "I felt the sting of loss too, over this winter, though my connections are not nearly as deep." The cold snow beneath their paws couldn't melt soon enough. Maybe spring would bring better days. But Keyni, nor no one else, could predict the future. Sensing he may have so much more bottled up than he had revealed, she let her forepaw bump gently against his in a show of comfort. "You can let it out. I am here to listen."