What?

Oh, that whine, it broke him inside. How could his mother - mama be so hurt? What hurt his mama? Why? Why couldn't he fix it? Could he? And then she spoke... and Ren felt something shatter inside. Perhaps it was a shred of puppy innocence that was slowly fading away, but either way - her words hit him, hard. Sick. His mama was sick, sick in the head and it hurt her. Why would something like that happen? What bad things could possible cause his mama to be in so much pain? It was inconceivable, and the pup simply did not understand.

It was then he realized he also did not care if he understood. Mama would keep speaking, and Ren would listen even as his little body was pushed into the bigger woman's fur, her nose nuzzling into his side. He'd slowly withdraw his head and wiggling away, lying down in front of Mama, his paws stretching in front of him to touch Marina's chest. He'd stare up at her with widened cyan eyes. "I'll fight with you, Mama," the boy promised solemnly, nuzzling a large paw of the alpha. Oh, how did he mean it. He meant it so much. He'd keep that muzzle near her leg, up until she spoke again, and then he'd try to wiggle as close as he could to his mother's chest.

He was no longer as small as he had been - it was a bit difficult to do so, but damnit, he'd try! Even if he was nearing 36" tall. He'd try to curl up and lick the bottom of her chin like he did as a small small pup, love and concern on his face. "Mama, yes, duh, I love you, you can trust me with anything. You're my mama." That was all the logic he needed - no matter what was wrong with his family, he'd love them forever.