Moonspear upon us all a little rain must fall

He accepted Vela's touch, maybe leaned towards it just a hair, and nodded when she said nothing was really going on out here. His contact with many had been few lately, for painfully evident reasons, and he knew his littermate was handling it in her own way--just like this was his. Still, at her question, he splayed his ears first and paused over how to answer, until it was just best summarized as concisely and as honestly as it could be: Honestly? Bad.. he said, sighing. Unbecoming as it was already, he wasn't taking it that gracefully either. But, moving along, I guess. Because he was, even if he didn't like it most days, it was something. Because he felt like he had to.

Everything reminds me of them, he admitted and this was a large part of what broke his heart, and he didn't bother clarifying who he missed. He hadn't realized just how intrinsically woven into his every single day his parents had been until they were out of his grasp, where he was left behind to deal with the aftermath without them--both of them. Never had he anticipated it quite like that. But, anyway, he looked to Vela. This probably wasn't what you planned to come back to, the steely Ostrega said, hating that it had to be this way. I am glad you're back, though. Despite everything else and his presentation of a mourning, moping mess, he wanted her to know this.