A most curious thought. Perhaps a different wolf in Veho’s paws would think it a curse – after all, it had stopped him and held him down when he had once sworn that was the only thing he couldn’t live with. It had brought him great happiness, followed by utter heartbreak. He flicked his ear as he hummed. “I have heard: to have loved and lost is greater than to have never loved at all. I am inclined to agree, I suppose. I am not sure if he still loves me. I am not sure if she will ever forgive me – and my daughters, well…” He trailed off with a shrug. It was just Felix now, and what a strange notion that was. The only one who had failed to launch was the one who hadn’t ripped his lungs out of his chest and shoved them back down his throat. But Felix was young, yet. There was plenty of time, he supposed.
After a moment, Veho shook off the entire train of thought. That was what he’d been trying to avoid. He glanced back over, accepting the stranger’s thought with a small hum. That did make some sense. “Perhaps. I never know with that girl. I will just keep looking.” His smile was a bit distance, tired perhaps. He gave a tiny tic, and reset. “I believe I have forgotten all my manners, my dear. My name is Veho Macieo. I was just looking for my daughter.”