life is cruel

If it had not been for the comforting paw draped over his shoulders, Kuroo would not have noticed his brother's approach. Even the apologies and comforting scent were not enough to pull him from the cries that racked his body. Keeping his paws over his face for a few more moments, he let out all of the emotions he had been holding in. It wasn't that he was in love with the girl or that they were soulmates, no. He was just the type of wolf that took all of his friendships seriously and anyone in the pack would earn this sort of reaction from him. Out, alone, in the open, Kuroo was able to release his emotions in a way that didn't have to be controlled.

A few more shuddering sobs left him before he finally wiped away the mess of tears from his cheeks. Tilting his chin toward the side so he could look up at his brother's shadowy face, he let out a sigh. "Why would something do this?" Kuroo whispered, his voice hoarse and nearly incomprehensible. Closing his eyes quickly to shove back more tears into his skull, he shook his pale face against the dirt. Rolling his shoulders toward Usagi until he was leaning against his brother's thigh, he released another deep breath. It helped somewhat but every time he glanced at the trails of blood scattered throughout the clearing, his heart began to break again. "There were more too. It is not just her scent that is mixed into this tragedy," Kuroo felt sorry for all of the ones who had lost their lives.

"Speech"