late for the love of my life

Desolate quickly tried to absorb the elder wolf's words, but one of them stuck with him. "The mother of my mother..." He responded softly, looking up at her as if her eyes might hold all the answers to the world. "How do you know who my mom is? She's not here anymore..." The pup blinked once, then twice, eyes wide. It must be true what they all said; elders did have incredible knowledge of the world. Could she see the future? Did she know the entire world's past? A soft gasp rolled out of his mouth. "If you know my mom, you know me. I'm Desolate. Mom's son." He clarified suspiciously, wondering what this wolf's game was. This didn't make sense at all, and Desolate's face scrunched in confusion.