<blockquote>There were simply no words. Not even questions would do, partly because he actually didn't want to ask them. The answers were too frightening. No reply would settle his mind; nothing could be happy, nothing could mean love, nothing could convince him that everything was okay.
He had let Kenai move him without complaint. His limbs had been too numb and his throat too dry to protest, anyway, and what would he have done? Nothing made sense, the growing boy had no idea how to even start correcting the mess that he was witnessing, the slow degradation of everything he knew and loved and now this was happening and <i>oh</i> he wanted his <i>mother</i>-
It didn't comfort him, but he sat inside their new den. He had just been readjusting to it, coming to see it as home, but that was all ruined. He couldn't see it as home now, but he couldn't go back to where his heart called because it was black and dead and it still almost smelt like them, if he closed his eyes tight - but they weren't there, Kenai had been clear and so kind and Kinis had understood. Many of his siblings had been kind and good, but not the ones he had most expected. <i>They</i> had just spoilt it all. Role models turned to ash. Once an inquisitive, insatiable soul, Kinis had slowly learnt that the answers to his biggest questions didn't solve anything, and so he didn't choose to speak much anymore.
Hungry and thirsty, thanks to this lack of water which Kinis had taken to heart as some kind of deep and meaningful metaphor, the young wolf lay in the den, gazing blankly out of it, his chin on his paws and his ears flat. Every now and then his haunches would twitch as he displaced an insect, but aside from that, this was how Kinis spent his hours. It didn't feel like home.</blockquote>
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<i>at least... that's where I'm supposed to be...</i></center>
<i>at least... that's where I'm supposed to be...</i></center>