Fires started
Their eyes were glossed over with pain. An emotion so fierce because they had never felt it before. The glossy emotion over their eyes didn't even begin to describe the dread at the pit of their stomach. While young yes, at least Night understood the one thing that made sense. Their parents weren't going to come back. That blood though, the stench of it Night never wanted to forget it. Their head lurched suddenly towards the orange wolf that greeted them. A relative to Amalia? He'd been there when their parents died - trying to save them. Pain started in their heart and they finally sat down and listened. Instantly their ears falling against their skull as their heart pounded painfully against their chest. Night ignored what the man had asked them. Going straight towards, "Are you hurt?" with a gentle rasp. Voice sore from crying by themselves when they got the chance. Refusing to show such weakness in front of their siblings. When they needed them most. There was genuine concern though that the child had for Lionel. "I want to be as brave as you are." Night then began, their eyes darting down again. Tail curling around their haunches. With their father no longer around - who would tell them what was right and wrong. What they believed would be okay?
"Papa was brave.... down to the very end. Lionel isn't it? What happens now? Now that my mom and dad are gone?" Night looked quizzically at the other. Hoping they got their name right more than anything. Really it did puzzle them. For a time the healer had taken care of them but Night surely did return to the old den over and over. Until they couldn't stand the thought of the empty spaces where their large father and fox coated mother should be. Their throat tightened again, but they swallowed back their tears. |