Better Luck Next Time, Prince Charming

*Heather* · 05-21-2017, 11:51 AM

Death. It was a concept that slipped past Heather often. It had reached her ears that Razor had passed, and again she had found jealousy climbing up in her heart. One of the things she hated most because it made her what she assumed was to be bitter. It turned out that her brother had been fond of the male. Their cousin by adoption. So her paws found themselves mindlessly stalking forward as she heard her brothers cries. She found herself.... not caring. Which was a scary thought, she smiled however keeping that stretched on her face as she attempted to nose her brother in the cheek. Push his head up, chin up whatever it may be to make him look towards her.

"We all knew this was coming Alfred, with Razor's condition how it was. I'm sorry it had to be so soon though." she apologized, looking at the mound of dirt. Her paws pressed gently against the dirt making a single defined paw print. Her tail swished off to the side as she stood there. She needed to protect this pack and if she needed to then she had to know the right thing to say in these situations. "The lucky ones get to know what happened though, we know for a fact Razor is here and his spirit is where he chose for it to go." she muttered to add on. The girl never got over the fact that wolves were lucky to actally have that kidn of closure. Her heart ached every time she thought of it.

"Talk"

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