late for the love of my life

The elder wolf's words sent something through him and Desolate stood at attention, fur bristling. "It's not hard without her." He insisted firmly. "She left, what does that matter to me? I have Abaven and Theory and I will always have that. Her loss." The pup swallowed hard and tore his eyes from her, unable to maintain eye contact with the woman. She mystified him, and he couldn't help but worry that if she looked into his eyes that his soul would tell her he was a liar.

Of course the litter struggled without Eulogy, but Desolate gave up hoping for his mother's return. "And you, I guess. I have you too. So I don't care where she is." He finished, softer. He struggled hard with his feelings, the anger he knew lived within him struggling to break through and the Abavenite within him trying to hold it back. Desolate inhaled sharply, held it, and released the breath in a long smooth exhale.