Night wasn't used to wandering around so much, but they just didn't want to be home right now. It reminded them far too much of the memory that was fresh in their mind. They remembered the stories that their father told them of the gods and where they go after they die. Was Quelt there now? Was their mother at least happy? Night didn't know, pacing with their muddied paws in the mangrove. It wasn't too bad but for a pup like them it left the mud thick across their paws. What were they supposed to do now, learn to fight so that this never happened again? After all, whatever hurt their parents they didn't like the thought of it returning to harm more wolves. Night found themselves thinking too much, pacing back and forth without a care. Not unless something around them disturbed Night.

Lionel had never felt so horrible in all his life. The bear attack kept replaying over and over in his head like a movie on repeat. The fact Bright Moon and Quelt died and he hadn't been able to save either of them hurt him to his core. Tiburtius had really been the one thing that had driven the bear away. Lionel still felt pretty useless. He didn't know many herbs and he wasn't exactly a great fighter yet and now all he wanted to do was get better. The four slash marks across his left flank now only served as a reminder that he needed to improve. He felt even worse for the three kids who now didn't have parents. Did they ever understand what had happened? He was sure they were upset by the loss of their parents, but death was a hard concept to grasp at a young age. Now he just wondered who was going to raise them. Amalia seemed to have taken them in, but would they stay with her or would another pack member take them? His wound still stung, but it had scabbed over and Lionel had taken care not to reopen it. It didn't leave him much to do with his time, but at the very least he'd spent his time wandering through the mangroves. Today though he wasn't alone and he spotted one of the pups pacing back and forth through the trees. He came closer and inspected the kid and recognized it to be Night. "Hey Night." He called out tentatively. Would the kid blame him for not saving their dad? "How are you feeling?" Walk, "Talk" Think

Their eyes were glossed over with pain. An emotion so fierce because they had never felt it before. The glossy emotion over their eyes didn't even begin to describe the dread at the pit of their stomach. While young yes, at least Night understood the one thing that made sense. Their parents weren't going to come back. That blood though, the stench of it Night never wanted to forget it. Their head lurched suddenly towards the orange wolf that greeted them. A relative to Amalia? He'd been there when their parents died - trying to save them. Pain started in their heart and they finally sat down and listened. Instantly their ears falling against their skull as their heart pounded painfully against their chest. Night ignored what the man had asked them. Going straight towards, "Are you hurt?" with a gentle rasp. Voice sore from crying by themselves when they got the chance. Refusing to show such weakness in front of their siblings. When they needed them most. There was genuine concern though that the child had for Lionel. "I want to be as brave as you are." Night then began, their eyes darting down again. Tail curling around their haunches. With their father no longer around - who would tell them what was right and wrong. What they believed would be okay? "Papa was brave.... down to the very end. Lionel isn't it? What happens now? Now that my mom and dad are gone?" Night looked quizzically at the other. Hoping they got their name right more than anything. Really it did puzzle them. For a time the healer had taken care of them but Night surely did return to the old den over and over. Until they couldn't stand the thought of the empty spaces where their large father and fox coated mother should be. Their throat tightened again, but they swallowed back their tears.