The wolf sighed, "I-..." Jay didn't say anything for about five seconds, mentally- his eyes widened in an attempt to say something... Anything. His voice just seem to go blank, mute, nothing. What am i gonna say now? I can't say i'm sorry, that'll just make me sound like a jerk. Urgh, why'd i even come here? Jay found himself turning blue as he quickly combed his mind for the right words. It was like a Snicker bar commercial, except Jay would be needing more then just a moment. "Well. i remember the last time i saw my mother. I was still just a pup then, I remember her carressing my forehead with her tongue... I remember her heart beat, and most of all- i remember how soft her voice was. Like water running through my paws. But she was always sick, and was den-ridden... And- my sister, i knew how it felt to lose her to the disease that swept through the pack. I promised i wouldn't let her die... But she did. My father ended up raising me, i'm glad he never walked out on me..." Jay turned, he stared at Feather. Aw jeez, so i ended up going down the "my life story" road? What a dunce i am... "But- it's not like you don't know this... I think that, you're lucky- sort of. I mean, it's terrible that your family wasn't there beside you all through you're growing up..." The brute felt like he was walking on edgy territory now, he tried to cut it short and still make his words sound comforting. Maybe she won't notice? "But I think that it's better to have not known them as well as you'd like to back then. I think that if you were your age now, and then they died- i think that would have hurt more. But losing them, it made you a lot stronger- that's probably what makes you such a good leader." The corners of Jay's lips lifted a little, more of a smile then other wolves saw. He hoped his little pep talk had made Feather feel a little better. True, you could never forget your own kin. But they would always be watching over you, up in the night's brilliant choir of stars somewhere...
OOC: Ehem- cheesy much? Hehe X)