Blackbeak Bluff 'YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING.

What made him happy? 

The wolfling's throat caught with all the words he couldn't say. I haven't felt... happy... in a long time. 

When his parents were still alive, when his pack was okay, when everything was fine and good and he wasn't here alone surrounded by people who would never be his parents. 

When he didn't feel alone. 

His heart sank, a sigh almost inaudible cresting his muzzle. 

I - don't know why. It's been over a year, so why do I still feel cold?

Annoyance, more than anything. Annoyance and caution and all he wanted to do was dig a hole and wallow in it. His heart wasn't in much of anything, though he tried. He'd watched. He'd hunted - but he'd never quite... be the same.