life after loss

Family was a concept Veigar didn't quite grasp. Anyone who cared enough to give him guidance felt like family - as he grew older he was beginning to understand that he didn't have family in the same way most wolves did. His parents were gone, and though there were wolves around him who cared for him, they would never be quite the same as blood. Even Deathbelle had her own children, children who would no doubt come before him if it came down to it - and though he wouldn't let those thoughts consume him they were still there, ever-present. They followed him like a dark rain cloud, looming and threatening to spill open.

But all he cared about now was that Deathbelle was home, and it was he that had found her. Not one of her children. They were nowhere to be found. He buried himself in her scruff, so overjoyed with her presence that he hardly noticed that she'd begun to cry. It took a long while for him to register it as he enjoyed the moment of embrace. Feeling loved and accepted was intoxicating to the young boy, and he basked in the feeling for a long uninterrupted moment before he pulled away just slightly. "I love you too, Deathbelle. What's wrong? Did I do something?" He didn't think so but he couldn't help the worries from creeping in. He wracked his brain for anything that could've upset her, that either he had done or someone else might've.