Neverwinter Forest come shove the sun aside

he listened, then. ears perked, gaze sympathetic as she recalled the loss of her children ; or what she seemed to believe, the supposed loss of them. he would put his nose to her forehead as she leaned against his shoulder, a sign of comfort, of care for his packmate.

you say they are still living, how do you know? the quiet, soothing tone of his voice replicating his actions as he smoothed back her blonde fur with his muzzle. a question that was not meant to come off as rude, though yet to be certain whether the children were truly alive, or if this was simply delusion. he hoped for the former.

though should the latter be true, he would not be cruel in the face of it.