Duskfire Glacier nothing in comparison

Listening, her eyes drifted over each of the scars he spoke of. But they lingered more on those he dubbed as wedmarks. A look of soft puzzlement drifted across her face. "To be symbolic of your union?" She tried, taking her best guess. Before she could wonder too long on where his said wife was, he answered that question. He was a widower. His wife passed on. Her eyes fell, ears dropping. "I'm...terribly sorry for that." She said simply, but genuinely, for she didn't know what else there was to be said.

Moving along by his side, with the subject heavy on her mind, she exhaled a sigh, resigned. "I also have my share of scars. But these run deep. They cannot be felt or visualized." Tzila kept her eyes firmly in front of her, afraid of showing any hint of weakness or emotion should she meet his blue ones. "My relationship with loss is one I know all too well." Her dark paws thudded harder against the cold ground, as if stamping her pain down into the earth below in release. "First my crush..." She made it a point not to use the term mate. "...then my son. Vanished..."