Amelie's yellow eyes glistened in the dark of the night, not because of their natural brightness but because of the tears that welled up in them. She looked only at her mother, smiling softly as she spoke. The pain palpable in every syllable she pronounced.With a low whine, she reached out her muzzle to touch her mother's side, still not awknowledging the presence of the third female.
Both Peregrine and Blue began to speak about the funerary arrangements, thing to which Amelie didn't pay much attention. She was still focused on the man's cold body, she had never been around a dead wolf before and the fact that he was close to her made it even worse.Still when orders were issues, the girl silenced her whimpers and got to her paws, inmidiately positioning herself to help Peregrine as required.
