But I Promised You That I Will See You Again...
11-29-2016, 11:29 PM
As the days grew colder and shorter, Bass was worried for his friend Hansel. He knew that he was getting up there in age, and the fact that he hadn't seen him made him concerned. A deep frown was on his face as he made his way to the rapids, his paws slapping the frozen earth with loud thumps. There was a fear that tugged on his heart, something wasn't right and he could already feel it. The sky was covered in dark grey clouds, soft white flakes drifting lazily towards the ground. The frost from the morning hadn't left yet, this time the snow sticking without becoming slush. It was a beautiful day, but the sinister undertone didn't put him at ease. The white man paused for a moment to look up to the sky, his yellow eyes scanning the swollen clouds. Letting out a silent pray, he wished to find his friend alive and well. Taking a deep breath he resumed his steps, his head lowering as he made his way to Hansel's den. When he reached the dug-out, he sniffed around the outside and picked up on a fresh trail leading away from his den. Worry took over his features as he slowly followed it, feeling like he knew what he was going to find at the end of this path. His rib cage was painfully tight, his breath rattling in his throat. He was too afraid to move any faster, his eyes downcast as he watched his paw cut through the small blanket of snow that was starting to cover the lands. And then, finally, at last, he looked up and saw him lying there. Freezing, Bass wondered if he was too late, if his dear Hansel had already left this world. But no, a shuttering gasp left his gray muzzle as his chest rose and fell. A choked sound escaped Bass, and the pale man raced to the others side. His knees felt weak as he dropped to the ground beside him, his head shaking back and forth with vigor. Anger suddenly coursed through him, a growl rumbling deep in his belly. Anger was easier to feel than pain, easier to deal with than the utter loss of a dear one. Too many had died here, there were too many wolves lost in his pack lands. "No," he growled, a dangerous whisper in the wind. "You can't die, you're not allowed to die dammit!" Bass fought against the tears that gathered in his golden eyes, focusing on the fire burning within him. He didn't know if he needed to call for anyone, for a healer or someone. He tipped back his head anyways, an urgent tone shouting into the wind that gently curled around the two wolves. He called for anyone, anyone who could help. He wasn't ready to let go, to let another wolf die. As his song ended he looked back down at the gray male, fighting to hold onto his flash of fury. He didn't want to be hit with the depression that followed, the guilt for not checking in sooner. The anguish of losing someone who he treasured as a friend, who he just got back so recently. He struggled to grab a deep breath, air hissing between his clenching jaws. This wasn't happening, he had to be dreaming! No, not Hansel, not anyone. He wasn't ready, he would never be ready to say goodbye again. Bass had already lost enough wolves close to him, not all through death but they all but vanished from his life completely. His siblings, besides Harmony, his nieces and nephews, his aunts and uncles. His mate, and even some of his kids were distance. His heart couldn't handle being broken all over again, he had just begun to piece it together again. |
