Dead Empress Backwater started talking the way we do

Open to all! Bonus points if it's next gen children <3

This drought was a killer. He feared the effects it might have on their young, on Vanadis as a mother, and on the pack as a whole. They had already lost their grandmother… a loss he felt so deeply. He still felt it, and he wondered briefly if his mother shared the same fate, or if he should attempt to contact his aunt if only for the decency of letting her know that her mother had passed, peacefully, and was buried within pack lands… surely Vi would let her at least visit the gravesite, right? Vayko would not have a problem with it should she wish for it.

And yet all of those thoughts stayed him for a moment, standing near the pack den as he stared at the mouth. There were hints of exhaustion that carried at the weight in his eyes. He had been somewhat neurotic of late, between running for food, water, and running the borders to keep unwanted wolves out… he pushed because he felt like his pack needed him to. He rolled his shoulders back with a soft sigh, a rabbit in his jaws that was meant to sate him until his next hunt as he settled just outside the mouth of the pack den and began to tear into it, keeping his eyes out for any of the little balls of fur that belonged to Vanadis and Viorel or anyone else that might need him or just simply want a conversation.

Vayko Valle

Little paws moved in a running fashion as the puppy laid on his side. Every once in awhile a muscle would twitch ot an ear would flick as the tiny Valle slept amongst his sister's. At first he hadn't understood that that's what they were but now he knew of their importance. He felt a protective of them. That he really didn't understand just yet.

Suddenly something woke the dark little man causing him to worry over his sister's. Almost as if second nature he rose to his paws to check over Isla and Seph to make sure they were okay. Once he was satisfied that they were he moved to settle back down to go back to sleep.

He stopped when he heard movement putsode the den. Well this caught the young wolf's attention. Curiosity got the better of him. He cautiously moved toward the entrance wondering if it might be his parents. The smell of food hit him a few steps before he was outside and that pushed him to move more quickly. Outside he blinked letting his eyes adjust and once they had he found his uncle with something that looked and smelled yummy. "What's that?" He inquired sniffing toward the prey.