Sometimes, you're better off in the dark

He was clearly quite immature for his age, and had yet to comprehend just how awful it was that her father was being held as a prisoner. Quintus knew wolves got hurt during war, that they could be claimed and fought for -- so what was the big deal? He had no reference point to understand what it might be like to be in her position, and couldn't quite empathize with her. "You're welcome," he said just as bluntly, though his stance had slackened a bit.

She seemed pretty upset, and he saw the tears forming in her eyes. A sigh left his lips -- were all girls so emotional, he wondered? Quintus watched as she turned to lash out at the piece of wood that stuck out from the ground, catching her paw on the rough surface. "Hey," he started a bit awkwardly, padding forward slowly. It wasn't that nice to see her cry; Jendai seemed kinda cool, even if he didn't know her well. "Don't get so upset. My parents can do anything. They'll get him back eventually." It was said rather matter-of-factly, that there could be no doubt he was certain of his words. He didn't know whether he should comfort her, or try to help her paw, so instead he stood poised awkwardly on the balls of his paws, waiting.