Will someone please call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart

Usually the scent of someone's heat didn't bother him, but as his peaked his second birthday he noticed how more obvious to him they were. He was hardly phased by the pheromones, though had little understanding behind it all anyway. This heat however, smelled vaguely familiar but honestly he couldn't place it. He was fine ignoring it however and was quick to retrieve a snack from his back and began tearing free pieces of jerky from the source.

He hadn't noticed much else besides the scent for some time, completely oblivious to his sisters approach until he heard his name. Massive head turned towards the sound, silver eyes searching for it's source before seeing the familiar speckling and swirling of his dearest sisters coat. He rose to his paws, realizing then that the scent had been familiar because it was her, but caring little about it beyond the fact.

"Bowen! How have you been?" He smiled, closing some of the distance between them but standing back to give her space. He hadn't been around to believe that she had died or even known that she was really gone, but instead he assumed that they were just good at missing each other.

"Speech."