Catatonia

His mourning was interupted by the familiar din of his adoptive father's voice. He was never quite the same after his mate died. His memories of Cairo before the loss of his mate were vague, but he could remember the now absent spark in his eyes that told them, all of them, biological children or not, that he was living, truly living, rather than just alive.

The adolescent huffed quietly and turned away from his "Father's" listless eyes. "It's none of your concern" he grumbled. Cairo was one of the few wolves he respected, he didn't want to burden him with his problems.
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