like (adopted) mother like (adopted) son

The last few days had been trying, to say the very least. Veigar had slowly been recovering from the wound the red-furred wolf had inflicted upon him, the scar now plainly visible on his shoulder for all to see. Now that the general soreness and wounds he'd endured had faded he felt more like himself, though his ego still felt quite bruised. He was only becoming more and more aware of just how little he could see now, which sounded silly but his vision had declined so steadily that he'd learned to adapt. The blurry shapes and hazy hues that filled his vision were normal to him now and he'd learned how to use his other senses to his advantage, though he feared he wouldn't be able to hide it for very much longer. Especially not when, coupled with the adrenaline of the raid, he felt like he'd barely been able to see anything at all.

He truthfully had no idea how Aryn had fared, not really. Though she was one of the wolves he was closest to, even he knew he'd grown distant from here lately, ever since the long night and even more so since she'd been punished for leaving Habari. The distance that had grown there was obvious but not something he could address. There was far too much to unpack there and to say Veigar was emotionally stunted was an understatement; everything that had affected him emotionally was shoved deep down, left to simmer for now until the inevitable happened.

Restlessly he trailed after Aryn's scent, not entirely surprised to find her lying in the grasses near the river. He made no effort to hide his approach, paws trampling the tall grasses as he moved to lie alongside her. At first he was quiet as he slid down onto his stomach, content to simply exist alongside one of the wolves that had (mostly) always been by his side since childhood, but the silence was short-lived. "Are you feeling better after the raid?" He tilted his head to look at her. Even though her features were blurred, the scar on her face invisible to him, she was still familiar enough, not only thanks to her scent - her purple eyes were a stark contrast to the black and white fur that enveloped the rest of her, but everything else was growing harder to focus on with each month that passed.