Ouroboros Spine sikusiutik ◬

Never kind in what they take. True words, they were. Morte never did quite understand why things happened the way they did, but is it possible that he ever could?

He found some sort of comfort knowing that she truly wanted him to see the same respect and worth in her as he later grew alongside the pack. As for the question she'd asked? Well, there was little to tell.

We had no traditions or specific ways, as you call it. We were simply a family. Each day we protected and fed one another. When a wolf passed, we all mourned together. It was rather difficult adapting... after they were all gone. Mourning by my lonesome was different and in fact shortened the length of time I should have spent. Instead I was focused on surviving and learning of the world so I could do just that. He'd finished speaking, words ending in a hollow tune. This was the first he'd ever shared his past with another.

Curious of how she would react to the tale he'd told, Morte searched the woman's gaze.