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He’s not sure why his parents have brought all of them here. He knows it has to be something important, from the way Dimitri and Fiadh both seem, but the weight of exactly what it is escapes him. Surely there were other, more interesting things to do that didn’t require this? In fact, he had found something, obviously dropped by a large bird, and had wanted to show-

Oh. Oh. Cian, fortunately, has always been on the quieter side- but even if he hadn’t been, his parent’s words would have caused him to be. The wolves that had made this place home originally were gone, to who-knows-where, and they had all left stragglers behind. There were a few strangers, appearing, and from his place near his mother, Cian watches them. They all seem…upset. Sad.

Angry, even.

Tact isn’t his strong suit, though, and never has been in all his few months of life. Bet somethin’ ate ‘em. He declares, voice still low, but far from inaudible. The morbidity of it doesn’t bother him, either- surely these wolves would want to know the truth still?