Florence shook his head. Vera got along well enough with Fly and she would understand why he had gone to the russet colour female instead of Vera. And either way, he’d make it up to her by giving her the flower he had found and left preserved between two bits of bark with a rock on top, to keep it pressed down. Shuffling his feet, Florence nudged the snow beneath his large paws and took a deep breath. If only his mother or siblings were here, then he could speak to them about what happened with Primrose. His mother was a soothing woman and what he had heard of his older siblings, at least of his older brother Rayne and sister, Senka, they would have been good confidants to talk to.
If only he could have meet either of them, then his mother’s stories of his gentle brother and kind sister would have a more stable truth to him. They sounded like a wonderful pair, even with their third sibling, Neoma being a dark spot in their lives. He wondered where they were now, as he waited at the bottom of the slop with bare blackberry bushes nearby, for Fly to come along. Stories of how Senka was a honorable wolf with a somewhat tough exterior and how Rayne was sweet and kind, willing to help those in need. They sounded like wonderful older siblings to have had, though Florence wasn't sure of Neoma. His mother often looked sad, when talking of her third child and it always made him wonder what she had done.