Mama...

Vitus would continue to lap around the den, continueing to go over everything that he could possibly thing about. Flames of anger licked along his paws as he moved, and it was only when his lungs were burning that he finally slowed to look towards the den. Surprise lit up his features the second he saw Amalia and he stared, embarrasment taking over the surprise. With a small, embarrased smile he'd look at the path he'd made before shook his head and turned towards her. With quick steps he'd return to the mouth of the den, to lay beside her with a heartfelt sigh and nuzzle into her fur in one fluid motion. It was as if this is what it all lead up too, every lap, every thought, was just to lay beside his mama ama. With a gentle hum he'd nuzzle deeper into her fur, seeking out the comfort she always so happily provided, but he remained silent for a moment (which wasn't a rarity for Vitus at all). After a long while of just laying there, accepting whatever love and affection she wanted to give him and returning the embrace with his own cuddles he would sigh. "I....j'st d'n't g-get 't" He said softly, his raspy voice muffled by fur if she would let him nuzzle into her neck. He didn't get any of it, his father, why exactly they had lost the only home he had known, where he stood in this pack, anything. He couldn't understand a lot, and it was beginning to get on his nerves. Especially when certain things seemed rather important.