He attempted to read her as he remain near to her den. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but he wanted to be there so that he could be...useful, to someone, somewhere. He had lost much himself as of late, and he wanted to try and make some sort of difference, even if it is something small...like just talking that might comfort someone and make them feel better. Zelda's task just made sense for him right now. He frowned slightly when her ears went back, not sure if it was the right time to talk.

She mentions that he does not have to go, but that she does not really know what to talk about. That is understandable and he nods slowly. It has been a while as far as what he was told about. Maybe she didn't have anything to say or talk about this point, but at least he was here if she needed it. She mentions feeling broken and that she learned most about others from the situation. He knew that she would never be whole again. He knew that there was no real way to fill the wounds back in. They will just scar over-
they will never be the same again.

"What is it you have learned of others?" he asked, seeing that as a subject that may be a bit easier to talk about. He cannot solve her daughter being gone, but he may be able to assist with working with what she learned from those that are still alive that have affect her in this situation.

She brings up that others seemed to have moved on, but she had trouble goiong on at all. He signs slightly with another frown. He somewhat understood. He had never had a child and never had the chance, so he could perhaps never understand exactly, but with his parent's death he felt guilt that certainly showed no sign of leaving anytime soon. His ears perk slightly. She mentions there was no body, that Tepi could be wrong. He knows that Tepi was a young pup- had he even really seen death of another wolf before? Could he really have known? The severely injured can appear dead but not be dead at all. Some prey pretend to be dead to make an escape later- and it works. It seemed to be innate in some. Could this not be a possibility? With her being so young, so much could have happened, and perhaps she couldn't find her way home. The world is a very large place. He lowers his eyes slightly.

"There is always the chance that she is alive- and I think you are holding onto that, and that is why you cannot move on. Others may have accpted the evidence presented to them and thus it was easier for them to move on. You are her mother. I think that mothers have an innate feeling of if their children are alive or not. With no body, she could have pretended to be dead to protect herself. I don't want to get your hopes up either- but...I think I can tell where your heart really stands. Tell me- have you visited her in your dreams?" he asked, his opal eyes lifting to hers to gauge how she reacts. He needed to know this detail, as depending on how it goes, will bring more confidence in the direction he was considering going.