just exist

She appeared before him after he called out for her, the tumultuous emotions obvious on her features despite her efforts to hide them. He offered her a compassionate smile as his ears fell to his head in a silent apology. Not that he had done anything to cause her grief, but to add his condolences. ”Oh, Song.” She uttered softly while taking her place before him. She seemed to withdraw in on herself, a shadow of what she had been the day he’d met her. ”He’s gone, isn’t he?” The words made him frown as he felt disappointed in Ignatius that superseded his abandonment of his pack.

”I think he is,” Song offered softly. He was doing his best to offer what support he could in appropriate ways. He wanted to scoop her up and tell her everything was going to be alright. That Ig would return and he’d recreate Fyri anew. He couldn’t though, who knew if the man was still alive. If he’d left a woman such a Kirsi without even a word.. Song feared the worst but he wouldn’t put voice to those doubts. ”Now that Fyri is gone..” He hated saying it, the pack had really become his home.

”What will you do?” He asked, curious but also hoping he didn’t push her too far. ”I.. can I help at all?” Two pairs of eyes were better than one, and if she wished his presence he’d remain beside her. If she sent him away he would go.