Just as Sen lies upon the floor of his empty, cold, and terribly lonely den; so does Roamin lie at the bottom of the grave Solaris and the pale male had made for him. In all of his life, the Medicine Wolf will never ever forget that fateful day, when the small demon girl, though hardly demon by any means, had brought his eldest son home to him for the last time. They had both been drenched in blood, and though the older male had seemed stoic, almost blank, at a loss for words- he had known all that transpired that day. The words between Siren and Solaris. The concern within the angel's eyes, though hardly angel at all, much like the dark girl. And the fact that Solaris had come back to help him, the only one to have been present for the grief Sen had endured. Still, even to this day, though it seemed hardly weeks had passed, the pain was as fresh as if Roamin lay before him once again, bloodied, battered, bruised and lifeless. A shudder cascades throughout his slender, but now even more so, frame. He has not been eating, has not been taking care of himself properly as he should. Of course he still makes his rounds, tending to those in the pack, but there is hardly any life left to those usually vibrant violet irises. There is care and love there for all others, but there is none left for himself. He cannot afford such luxuries any longer. He could not save his son- he can not save himself.

But the voice that suddenly calls down to him from above has him immediately lifting his slender skull. Without a word he's moving from his den, into the soft light of the evening to find his dearest and most treasured friend waiting for him. Coza has been there through thick and thin, and Sen would have it absolutely no other way. With a small, sad smile adorning his features, the Medicine Wolf is apporaching his friend, his brother, his leader, only to slide his muzzle along the shoulder of the other, embracing him closely and warmly, his smaller and slimmer frame trembling against the larger one. And he did not pull away; instead, he leaned heavily into his friend as more intense tremors traveled his fourm. The last time he had had any sort of close, physical, comforting contact was when Hush had still been around. And not during one of her short visits home- when she had still been with him, with their family, happily living with one another with not a care in the world. And now, now so much was missing it was almost unbareable, and just to feel his friend there, here, with him now, meant so much to Sen. His whispered words could hardly be heard through Coza's thick fur, but they were still there, and they were choked with emotion. "Thank you. Thank you my friend."

It was then that the pale male pulled away, finally able to glance up at his friend and his ever warm eyes. Being around Coza always made Sen feel happy- even now, in the face of his sons death, there was a warmth he could not deny when it came to Coza. It was comforting and all he had now, or so it felt like, in these moments, and he would not trade it out for anything in the world. And then, simply because it was all too obvious, Sen asks his next question nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "So, you've heard?"