Morningside Cuesta Act I, Scene I

A flat voice pulled the boy from his woes, causing his body to jolt upright and spin around enough force to unbalance himself. Staggering, legs splayed out awkwardly like a fawn, the coastal wolf looked at the stranger with wide eyes. Instantly feeling the heat of shame bloom within him at the notion of being caught crying his eyes out.

After all, Prince's dont cry. 

But he was not a prince anymore.

Ikaros sniffed deeply in the awkward silence, an attempt to keep the snot from leaking less he be more embarrassed. An ugly noise, one that would be expected of a pup far much younger than he. "I— I uh," His voice croaked, hoarse and raw from the pity party. He raised a forepaw to wipe away his face, trying to look at least a bit more presentable for the stranger.

A stranger who, now looking at, was a shocking shade of grey-brown he would pass off as age without second thought. But no, this stranger was not old- they seemed quite young, though older than he for sure.

"I'm sorry," he felt the need to apologize. "I didn't know anyone was up here. Don't worry—I'm fine." i'll be fine. He didn't want to cry to a complete stranger and have them shoulder the burden he carried, it felt too misplaced. "Thanks for caring, I guess... W-who are you?" He tried his best to hide the quivering with a monotone voice. (It failed.)