How could anyone understand how he felt, save for his siblings? Especially some stranger? He quivered where he stood, boiling over with anger and grief, his eyes alight with fire. The male that had approached him did not react with anger; instead he was calm and collected, and seemed claimed to empathize with him some. His gaze was calculating as he assessed him, wondering why he had approached him at all. "You wouldn't understand," he snapped, though some of the harshness of his voice had faded from the moment of silence that had briefly overwhelmed him. There was nothing that he could imagine being like this. His parents were dead... gone.. forever. He wouldn't seem them again, no matter how much he wanted to. Could anything compare to this empty hole that had suddenly opened up in his heart?
"I am alone though." Sure, he had this male's company... but he still didn't feel anything but alone. Still, the stranger seemed insistent that he talk. Again, he felt his tail flick behind him, feeling wildly uncomfortable, but calming ever-so-slightly as he confirmed the stranger didn't mean to offend him, and certainly didn't mean any harm. "I promise you wouldn't get it, unless you found both of your parents dead an hour ago too."
