Fallen wolf, crushed pup

The massive male strode through the forest, he had nothing better to do and a stroll sounded appealing to him, so he went on a walk. Fun. Sighing he looked around for something to do, anything really. Just to get rid of the feeling of boredom. Nobody likes to be bored with nothing better to do, very unappealing to Quinton. He isn't a wolf to sit on his rump all day sleeping and eating then some more sleeping only to eat again. What a boring life style! Grumbling under his breath he stopped and looked around to find a hare not to far from him. It was just casually looking at him, like he wasn't a lumbering giant who could end its life in the blink of an eye. This, however, didn't mind Quinton for he only started right back into its beady black pits called eyes.
A piercing howl erupted out of no where, spooking the hare and Quinton. Alarmed at the sudden howl the dark grey male sprinted to the distressed creature. His lumbering body made no effort in to keep his paws quite, what's the point? It only takes more effort. The sound of crying reached Quins perked receptors, pushing his body to run fast he shortly came to a trot. The view before him was devestating. It only broke the males heart to see a weeping pup by the dead carcass of the wolf, pity filled his normally joyous green eyes. It was always sad to witness the death of any wolf let alone other animals. Soft pants came from Quintons parted jaws, trying to regain control over his breathing. Finally, once he did he slowly approached the pup. Blood pooled around the dead wolfs head and out of its mouth. Both canines were thin with their ribs poking out, almost a walking bag of bones. The stench of blood filled Quin's sensitive nostrils causing the brute to scrunch his face up in disgust. His odd green hazel flecked eyes bore into the back of the white ish grey pup, he was large but he looked young, he almost reminded him of himself only he wasn't so young to lose a parent until later. Clearing his throat the grey masculine spoke to gain the pups attention, "know he's at peace... watching over you at this very moment." He spoke sadly but loud enough for the pup to hear. He sat down not to far from the grieving son, close enough to comfort the young male but far away enough to give him space. His green gaze gazed softly at the light white grey male.

The pup whirled around, facing the dark grey male. The pups words only made the male flinch, he knew what it was like to lose a parent only he lost his in a different way. He lost his mother to her insanity, she was crazed and violent. Sadly it was Quinton who put her down, killing her with a swift snap in the neck but she left behind a nasty scar hidden beneath his thick hide. "It was his time to go, he brought you to salvation like I'm sure he wanted to. I cannot bring him back, I am no god, just merely a living soul who endures pain like yourself. Fear not we can give him a buriuel near my packs den." Quinton let out a heavy sigh. He didn't mean to be blunt but how else could he explain it? He didn't suger coat things, never had and never will.
Quintons emerald eyes looked down to the youngster who head butted his leg. Quin simply ignored the pups pleas. "I cannot do anything. If I could I would have already. I know how it feels to lose a family and it leaves a hole in your heart but you'll learn to cope and fill that hole with someone else but they will never be replaced. He never left you, he's still here only you cannot see him with the naked eye." The sound of thunder clashed in the sky. He had a nasty feeling that something was going to happen, turn for the worst. "Come, we must hurry. We will talk about this once we reach the safety of the den!" The large male abruptly sat up and picked the pup up by its scruff and pointing him in the direction of the den. He was antsy and he did not want to get caught up in the storm that was brewing. If they did the pup would surly die and Quinton felt that he was now responsible for the pups health. Nudging the pup he went to the carcass of the dead male. Lifting him up he positioned him onto his back and walked off, picking up the pup he trotted as fast as his legs could carry him.

(Crappy post)