Stone Circle I'm sick, down from the bones to the other side

Moss didn't seem like she had been a very kind wolf at all, telling little Mae that she would die some day. Of course, it was the truth- but it wasn't as though children needed to be told that. He frowned softly, though he reminded himself not to think too poorly of those who were deceased. Moss wasn't making things easy, not with the horrible way she looked, and what words she had apparently passed on to Mae at some point. 

"You not die," He said, reassuringly, "No time soon. I make sure." He said. She hadn't responded terribly well when he'd reached out to touch her before, so he suppressed the urge to nuzzle her again. "You want come find flowers with Skáld?" he suggested, hoping perhaps a distraction might ease her anxiety.