Blacktail Deer Plateau Little Fang

Valtýr huffed a few ragged breaths. The other wolf looked neither stunned nor inquisitive even those his query, why?, hinted at the latter. An icy expression was all the mottled wolf offered and suddenly Val wish he was back with Lucius. Even the cold Roman had a touch of sensitivity to him... this man was painted in nothing but apathy.

Pura's question caused the waif to stammer, feeling conflicted. Saying it was akin to admitting realit, and Val wasn't ready to cope with the fact that Larus was truly gone forever. His face felt hot, knees weak, as he tried to push the binary wolf out of his focus. However, the boy could feel his eyes become glassy with scalding tears.

"B-Because he's gone!" Valtýr shouted loudly, "It took him! And he's dead!" The pup's inky lips wobbled as he tried to regain composure. Dad was gone too. And Jo. And Mom. Only Maera had been left in the den when Valtýr had followed Tuwawi into the night; a grave mistake for a child.