As the young wolf reacted to her question, Siku could immediately see that he probably had none. The look in his eyes made her frown, and as he told Siku he was from around Shattered Coast, she took a second to glance around. Where was the rest of his family? Her muzzle pointed back to Juna as he spoke again, and she nodded as he mentioned a thunderstorm. Dahlia had suffered from the snow storm months before, and she assumed this was something similar. Not needing to verbalize her reply, Siku rested her chin in her paws again as the younger wolf described the storm.
Siku closed her eyes for a moment, imagining the tale in her mind as he told it with lingering fear and mourning. However, as the story grew more and more serious the white woman couldn't help but stare at the boy. He was younger than her, but it sounded as if he really had been to hell and back in the time of his life. Siku's expression changed from one of curiosity and friendliness to one of sympathy and a calm horror. "This is hell, I'm dead and this will never end". Siku shuddered as he spoke the words, her active imagination painting a dark picture as he went on to explain that it only got worse. Golden eyes studied his growing distress, wishing she had some way to comfort him but instead staying as still as a statue. Some of the things he said lingered in her mind. 'But it wasn't my mother'. The sound of his voice made her whine softly, and Siku raised her head to hear him better just as his tears began to fall.
"Lightning.." Was all she could whisper, putting the story together in her mind as he struggled to continue. Siku could tell the whole tragedy traumatized the young wolf, the detail in his speech and the look in his eyes telling her that he would not soon forget the terror he survived. He seemed to live through the night again as he described his mothers death, and Siku gravely nodded in understanding as Juna nearly finished explaining. So his mother was dead, and his sister missing. The white Dahlian tried not to let her reaction change her face, though tears pooled in her eyes as Juna became silent and closed his eyes. Fire, flooding and dying relatives. Siku could not think of anything to say, knowing nothing would really comfort the boy in his grief. Instead she stood up slowly, and moved to place her face in front of his before speaking softly. "Juna, don't move for a little while. I will find you a rabbit or two, and then after you've eaten we can figure out what comes next. You're safe now, just rest." Siku backed up now, her golden eyes on the wolf as she waited for his reply. She thought it would be quicker to go and catch him something herself, but he might insist on coming along or not accepting help at all. Siku hoped he would listen, and just rest his heart and body for a short while.
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