Eyes wide open when you're dreaming

His mother's presence always calmed him - she had been a constant even when he'd been very sick following the volcano's eruption, and knowing she was near gave him enough strength to carry on. He wasn't naive enough to know that she herself struggled with her worth, with returning to Abaven and facing their family again - same as him - but just knowing she was here, and he was never truly alone, helped him immensely. Even if he wasn't entirely sure how he was really doing, everything aside... in the end it was okay. He was happy to be home, even if adjusting to life within Abaven had and would continue to be a struggle for him. He was home, exactly where he belonged, and the rest would work itself out. He had to believe in that, and his mother at his side made hope that much easier.

Though not quite sure how his mother would react to his new friend, but she seemed pleased, and Spirit allowed himself a small smile as Strawberry came to him and nestled into his fur. "Isn't she so cute?" He seemed more cheery now than when she'd first came to see him, his stuttering now slipping away from him. He wasn't quite sure why she'd taken to him, nor why he'd grown so fond of her right away, but she seemed eager to stick around. Spirit wouldn't question their bond too much. Much like his bond with his mother, he found that Strawberry's presence helped him feel more grounded, and helped keep his thoughts in the present, rather than floating in the clouds - like they had a tendency to often do. "I was exploring the plains, during the raid," Spirit explained, somewhat sheepishly. "I found her then." It was hard to not think that she was some kind of sign, sent to him from a world beyond, but either way he was happy to keep her around so long as she wanted. Strawberry seemed equally as pleased to see Eulogy too, blinking sleep away from her eyes and letting out a soft, happy tweet as she tilted her head toward the older wolf.