Dragoncrest Cliffs Where we keep the light we're given

It was short-lived. He could find only snatches of serenity before everything came rushing back. Their enemy was his family. He was just an outsider to the kru and his blood had assaulted his adoptive clan. Heda, the only wolf he felt certain could help him with his dilemma, was gone. The tension following the fighting was nothing compared to the thick cloud of it that seemed to hang over them now in the days since her death. Most of them knew they would make it through all right. It wasn't like the other clans had fallen apart when Heda lived here among the Drakru.

Ephraim didn't know if he would make it through, though. He had so much weighing on his heart, so much indecision and uncertainty, that it was tearing him apart. He no longer felt like he had a place. So he dropped his chin down onto his paws, prepared to do some heavy thinking on it, but then Robin arrived.

He didn't know what was right to say to the red-breasted Hompleia, or even to either of Bobby's siblings. Ephraim's condolences could never be enough, not when they'd lost someone so important to them. Even his grief felt like it was stolen from them, and he hastily blinked away the faraway look he'd had before, willing himself not to appear so torn up. hei, he said quietly, in a voice husky with emotions he couldn't quite conceal, how are... things? Bad, he knew. Things were bad. They were going to be for a while. But they would make it through all right. They were strong.

Was he?