Killer in the Mirror [DM]

"it is not a crime to mourn, however evil he may have been" He glanced at her, words tugging his focus away from the ground for a few moments. She was right. He knew that. Yet he didn't want to feel this all the same. He knew it would be a matter time before he got over it and just...forgot Elias had even existed at all. There was nothing the man had done that was great. Nothing...memorable. Save for all the kids he had created, but as far as he knew, they were all drastically different than their now dead sire. It was funny...despite the white she-wolf being years younger than him, she often seemed to speak with the wisdom of someone much older. He himself had imparted wisdom onto others during trying times, but never had he felt like he was in a predicament that required it for himself until now.

"I mourned an evil man once" Again, he turned to look at her. "I was forced to raise my teeth to him, yet I still cried for him." So then...she knew what it felt like. He was curious about the circumstances surrounding that, but he would not pry into her past if she did not wish to share it. "So you understand," He said softly. Of course she did. She seemed to understand a lot more than most considering their age gap. Not even wolves closer to his age understood. Most lived sheltered lives, oblivious to the heartache and the pain that plagued so many inhabitants of the world. He had never lived a soft and sheltered life...and it seemed neither had she.