"True, but you don't want to reopen your wounds and make them bleed again." To fill the empty silence, Aylia looks around his room. She doesn't know if she should go to her room or what. "They are very good." Aylia feels sad when he tells her that his mother and baby sister didn't make it. "I'm sorry to hear that."<br/><br/>A silent shrug greats his statement about his father returning. "He said he was going to go take care of business." A gentle smile comes over her face when the wolves come in and gather around the bed. "The same one you rescued?" Meeting Ayra's eyes for a second, she goes "hello sister," and "hello brother" to Amaro. A hand is offered out to the others so that they can catch her scent. A couple licks are given to her as well.  "My clan tries to live in harmony in the wolves. After all their territory has been here much longer than ours." Aylia fidgets when silence once again falls over them. One of the younger wolves decides it's time to break the funk, doing so by yipping and wagging his tails and ears.