Hushed Willows You don't wanna know what I know (that you're leaving)

The familiarity tugged at something, a part of him felt warm, to recount how his family was faring, but another part of him felt adrift. Here he was trying to journey to find himself and all he could do was run into reminders that his family had already been there before, had already cleared the way. Still his words were soft, a bit subdued. "No. I'm journeying alone. They are well." Despite their health he could not forget the grief that was just beginning to slip away. She would always be gone, always be mourned, but the sharp edges of hurt would slice into the flesh less often.

It was difficult to know what to tell, but he tried. "We all mourn the death of Kukutux's daughter and Moontide's alpha." He offered since that was the simplest explanation. Mother, alpha, daughter, sister. Samani had been many things, left many gaps on her journey to Sedna. If she had gone there at all.