Carrying You On Broken Wings

Her voice was quieter than he was used to and held a sadness that he’d never heard before. His ears pinned to his skull he leaned against her and offered an affectionate nuzzle. ”Hello, Mother.” He offered sweetly, having not expected her to feel so cold when he got close. She’d always been such a warm presence in his life, what was this she had turned into? ”I’m doing really well, Mother.” He assured her as he curled his massive frame around her as best he could. ”I’ve learned a lot from Pyrrhic and Benkos. Pyrr has been a little funny since Malleus…” He admitted, not sure what he could do for his cousin anymore except continue to encourage him. ”I’m worried about where Risen is heading,” He admitted while wondering if he should be burdening her with his words. ”I love you though,” no matter what happened to her or the pack Iroh knew he’d find a way to make it through. He always did.