It's over, isn't it?

This was it, wasn't it? This was the place where his mother had lived before Imperium, and the place she returned to after its crumble. This was where she died- at least somewhere in there. And now a pack lived here. He wasn't sure where, though. His mother had described a large tree with a hollow right by the lake. That's where she had lived. That's where she died.

He had found her once. Her body was a little old, but not all together ruined. Enough of her markings remained and enough of her scent under the rotten stench of decaying flesh to confirm it was her. Ashmedai felt like he was dying that day. He felt like he had lost every connection he had ever had. He felt so angry and sad. He wanted to kill something. He wanted to go back to the siege and destroy someone.

He had left again, after a short burial filled with sobs and gagging as he tried to bury his mother. He wanted to come back. He wanted to see her again. Then, there was this pack. Ashmedai stared intently at its borders. He thought about just going in. Maybe he could slip in and out and no one would notice.

Or maybe he'd get caught then he'd never see his mother.

Ashmedai stood, trying to decide if he wanted to call someone, or just leave the pack and his mother's grave. He just really didn't know what to do.