Between one breath and the next

The world here was...different. Unlike anything he'd ever seen before. It felt lonely here...that was a downside. But on the upside, he was perfect. He bore no injuries, no scars, no broken bones, even his eye was healed. The alabaster male walked quietly through the rolling Plains, the sky above a painting of oranges and pinks and purples. The clouds strewn across the sky were wisps, remnants of other souls he assumed, floating around in the sky above him. He wondered if one day, as time went on...he would fade away and become one of them. He hadn't been ready to leave in the first place...his children had needed him, and now he assumed they were left in the care of his mate.

Time didn't seem to be a thing here. It didn't exist. He felt like he could close his eyes, and when he opened them the world changed to however he wanted it. The male stopped in his endless journey, staring out over the open Plains as if he might see something familiar in the distance. Closing his eyes, he breathed in for a few moments before opening them again. When he did, a familiar sight greeted him. These were the caverns he'd been to before. And in front of it, a hulking figure stood near a mound that was unfamiliar to him. The wolf next to it, however, was a welcome sight.

Sin approached in silence, tendrils of mist coiling around his paws as it snaked over the ground. The scenery around him had changed, seemingly matching the atmosphere in this place. When he stopped by the mound opposite of Glacier, amber gaze stared at the ground. He knew what it was. The burial site was his. But why? He was sure that nobody liked him enough to do something like this, but throughout the events from the past year, things had changed. He had the suspicion that glacier had something to do with it, after all, hadn't he called him a friend? His only friend, at that. "Thank you." That single phrase came out as a whisper, eyes remaining fixated on the soil and the grass that grew over it.