Soul Full of Sorrow

It was his sigh that drew her attention back to him. She had been soaking up a bit of sun that had moved onto the fur and the warmth had brought her close to sleep. Cracking first one eye, then the next, the small wolf raised her head to look at him as he deposited his own skull upon his paws. "I'm sorry that you have to go through this," she began, her voice soft. There was no pity in it. Only understanding. "Losing a sibling isn't easy."

Rising from her place, she took the bowl and went to the edge of the water to fill it again. She took a few sips herself before filling the bowl with crisp, clean water. Taking it back, she placed it before him and then settled upon the furs once more. The tiny fae licked a few drops of liquid from her dark maw and then rested her head upon her own paws in the same manner that he currently was.

How could they pass the time? Hmm... "So this pack is called the Ashen Armada. The leader of said pack is Sirius, whom you've met already. He rules with his wife, Zee. I'm next in line as the Armada's Ambassador. There are several underlings. The pack is still fairly small." She decided to get him up to speed on things since he would be here a while. "This was our temporary home. We're actually moving to our permanent home tomorrow. Which means... " The woman gave him a side eye. "That you'll have to ride in my cart to the new territory." She knew that he wouldn't like it, but there was nothing that could be done. If he tried to walk, not only would he injure himself worse, but he'd hold them back.