10/8/2025, 7:17 PM
Maybe the boy knew he wasn't being the perfect picture of sympathy. Maybe, in a life now foreign to him, he'd been taught better, reprimanded even. Maybe blondie didn't deserve his wrath or any spit and loutishness—maybes, maybes.
But, even in spite of what he "might've" learned, the boy knew better than to coddle. Just like him, this guy was abandoned—left completely to himself. It was a hard truth, evidently too bitter of a pill to swallow if the other's reaction clarified nothing else. But he wouldn't sit idly and watch another drown in his sorrows, in his hopes. She was gone, what was so hard to grasp about that?
The boy's sigh could've rivaled the exhaustion of an old wolf too arthritic to stand; he just wanted the crying to stop.
What do ya' miss 'bout her, then?The warmth? Okay, he could find him something warm. The comfort? The boy wasn't no woman, but he could be...nice? Sympathetic...A visible shuddered wracked his frame.
Y'know it's not normal to be blubbering at your age, right? We're too old for that.He didn't need his reputation being ruined, definitely not with this.
Maybe he was hungry, like most babes were when they whined. Or maybe he just needed a nap. Greed and selfishness settled like a rock in his stomach, remembering the rabbit he'd all but slaughtered to strings. They'd have to hunt something themselves if it was food he wanted. That being if blondie even knew how to hunt. He couldn't help but roll his eyes.