Do we regret

The giant of Donostrea had been thinking about loss a lot lately. About death and sadness and the reason why. It brought him around in a full circle to thinking about his parents. He couldn't explain the pain in his chest, the unexpectedness of it and how it left him short of breath. He hadn't mourned their parents, not as voltage had. In fact, how his brother had broken down had in turn built glacier up. He would not let his brother carry him in a time where he struggled to carry himself. Was it possible that so many seasons later he was just now letting those walls unravel? Unbidden, illume name came to mind. But how could he mourn her without a body? Suddenly, all he could think about was the death of those he had known, what their presences in his life had mean and how it felt to know they could never be there again.

He fled his den, desperate for fresh air. He walked the base of the cliffs, rather then climbing them for once. There was a crumbling remains of clay beneath their favourite cliff that dug out a slippery climb and a niche wide enough for his bulk and leave room yet. The climb wasn't an easy one but the task set his mind off his dwellings for all of a moment. When he reached the top, claws stained brown, he would find the memory hadn't wondered far. What was he suppose to do with the sudden restless energy in his gut? He wanted to walk, he wanted air and space and he couldn't quiet decipher why. He wanted answers, he wanted to know who their parents where and what secrets they had kept and how it had brought about their death in the end. The trail was far too cold now, his thoughts where chasing a pipe dream