just here for the pie

Plague felt thankful his call was met with a reply. His dear mother's sweet voice filled his ears and his heart with warmth. A certain warmth he no longer felt so often. At times the world felt so cold he could hardly remember what it was like to have his former ignorance and giddiness back. Puphood had been swept away into the volcano with his father. Which left the boy grasping at any tendril of bliss that he may be able to latch onto. With this warmth came a very soft grin and large paws carried his rather tall form into the den. Emerald eyes took in the sight of his mother lounging and in good health.

With a nod in reference to her question the pup moved to nuzzle lovingly into his mother's scruff. Just as he would if he weren't already massive for his age. After the snuggle Plague took a step back and sat in front of Deathbelle. Uncertainty filled his gaze but his expression was rather void of emotion other then the small grin. "How are you doing, mother?" His voice was raspy as he was coming to age. Soon it would deepen as he grows into a full yearling. The question held an air of pointedness as if asking for the truth rather then a sugar coat that maybe his other siblings would benefit from.