Neverwinter Forest the beach, the way the water felt-

This time, she wouldn't try to shy awkwardly away from his touch. The way he threw himself into her fur showed her he needed her affection right now, and so she sort of returned that embrace by letting herself sink into him in the same way, though careful not to make herself a burden, and rather more like a blanket to provide comfort as she could. A small lap to his cheek as he spoke up. She was quiet for a moment, It's okay to not be okay. There was no rushing grief. She wasn't going to try and prod him to get better ASAP or move on with his life or anything like that. Of course it was still fresh news- but if he wanted to wallow for days, weeks, months, she could shower him with affection and offer listening ears each time she saw him again. You cannot... cannot talk to him anymore, but... he is still with you, is he not? She delicately lifted a black paw and pressed it to his chest, the heart. She wasn't religious. She didn't believe in the heavens, but she did believe someone could be kept alive by their stories, the memories of them that remained among those who loved them, or the legends passed down. Back at home there were so many fables of ancient wolves, whose lives became so well-known that she thought them just as real as her own sisters. 

Your son... I will look for him. If I go looking, will you have someone here to take care of you? Because he couldn't be made to take care of himself in such a state... but the members of his pack befell trouble after trouble. She doubted they all loved Cupid as Mal had, but if any did, surely they were hurting just as much as him. She didn't feel right about crossing the wilds if he needed someone to comfort him in his life right now... and wondered momentarily if it would be better to send a scout instead, so that she might visit Mal in her free time instead of lengthening the distance between them.