We're Bored To Death In Heaven, And Down Alone In Hell

*Heather* · 08-12-2017, 05:19 AM

Heather's eyes narrowed, squinted worriedly. These wolves.... they'd gone through a lot. Heather hadn't taken the time until recently to learn a little about them - in the end she had realized her life didn't compare even if her head was scrambled. When she spoke, Heather's heart went out to the girl. "Of course... you are my cousin and my family I wouldn't deny you anything Holly." Heather wanted to make that clear. Her head gestured forward as she turned and started walking towards the spot where Alfred himself had buried Razor. "You see... my brother Alfred was in love with Razor. Not to mention the boy was widely loved by the pack so when he passed it's like a void filled the air. I know I may be speaking out of turn but just know that I appreciate you being here." her eyes gazed towards the floor. Recently her emotions had been centered, but when these things bubbled up she sometimes thought she was going insane.

Once they began to reach a break in the tree's. Heather recognized the orange and black form of Jackson. He must have been visiting the grave as well. As she moved up she moved off to the side. She didn't want to interupt the two of them but she also didn't feel right leaving Holly alone in the territory. Call it a nervous habit that was true.

"Talk"

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