ardent

Chased



Gargoyle I

Loner

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06-20-2013, 09:28 AM



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Gargoyle was far too good at grave-digging; It made a body feel downright uncomfortable, but even at his rate, by the time he was down, the girl had had enough time to cry out all the tears her little good eyes could make. When Gargoyle turned to her again, she'd sank down into the dirt and blood and was limply licking at the fur of the dead wolf.

Something tugged at the Chief's chest. When he sighed it sounded rather like someone had drawn an arrow from his heart. His dirt covered paws carried him in heavy, certain steps, to the girl's side. He couldn't just drag the mother away, but then he'd always been horrible about such things. No real words. Words never did anything any justice, even when he was in one of his elequent moods.

And of course there was no denying the resemblence between this scene and the last burial he had had to conduct. The memory of Asheni's death was brought back to his mind, fresh and clear and absolutely agonizing. With Capir off chasing Sixx, and Gargoyle's energy spent on ripping a hole in the half frozen ground, his mind finally allowed his body to realize how spent it was. His hind legs half curled half collasped, and soon he was sitting in mourning beside his relatively tiny companion.

After gazing blankly at the girl for a moment more, a black and tan foreleg stretched out limply and scooped about the quivering body. If she was as tired and weak as she seemed there would be no resistance to his drawing her over. The Chief's gentle moments were few and normally far between, but he'd changed since becoming a father. The wolf normally so bland and cold, as more than ready to offer his chest fluff as a pillow for the poor little thing. He wanted to give her a living heartbeat to listen to, instead of the stoney silence of the dead. He'd do more than that, in fact, his mind had been made up long ago - the girl would come home with him to Glaciem. She was a bit older than their current litters, yes, but young enough to make herself comfortable among the pups. After all, her mother was dead, because Gargoyle hadn't killed that rogue when he'd had the chance. The onetime Gargoyle had shown mercy to one who didn't deserve it.

Well next time the Chief had that mutt's throat in his jaws, there'd be a great deal of screaming.


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