Fix me Father

He lay there as his body shuddered and racked with a silent sob. The boy's eyes snapped open as he heard an all too familiar voice, Loccian. She said he was still too young....young for what? She then said he shouldn't have been there and all that. Augustus knew he shouldn't have but wanted to be with his family. He wanted to stand beside them... He turned his white gaze to his Aunt. Silently watching her flinch from touching his father's claw marks. What had she seen that day? What had she witnessed? It was all too hard to imagine. What he did imagine was probably the most he would ever be able to do. Then she spoke of him, his father, her brother. How he was kind and said the right things, even hard working. How can she say this now as he hadn't heard an ounce of these words in a while. Auggie felt as if his father had been forgotten...diminished over a few months.

Then his Aunt said if he was here he would be able to tell him how much she loved Auggie. Augustus still lay there and looked at her. He turned away. If... But the problem with that was that he was dead. He is dead! Then she said she will let him unleash his anger on her.As she stood there she said he should go to his Uncle Thane and receive the proper love there. But the boy knew his Uncle was in another pack. And he remembered she said he had cousins there. Augustus didn't want to be a burden to those in the other pack...but then again he didn't want to be a burden to his Aunt either.....that's what he classified himself as now, a burden. A burden was he to all he met and all he knew. Someone to take care of. Someone they had to talk to. Someone they had to feed. someone they had to teach. Someone they had to love. Someone they had to know...

Standing up and raising himself from the place his father died the boy silently walked over to his Aunt. She told him to unleash his anger on her if he wished...so that's what he would do. The boy came up behind her but diagonally so she wouldn't be able to see him without turning her head when he touched her. His white eyes still brimmed with tears but he kept on going closer and closer. As the yearling came right next to her he nuzzled her side and kept his head there. All Auggie wanted was love and he knew she loved him as her nephew deep down. That was what the boy unleashed onto his Aunt; instead of anger did he unleash love.

"No..." he said in so much as a whisper in the croak of his voice.

"I don't want to go to my Uncle; I'll only be a burden to them as well as I am here. But if I stay I'm still a burden to you and my Uncle. I don't know what to do. I feel empty inside. My heart hurts...you're a healer....heal it, please... I miss him; and I feel guilty that I never got to meet him. What happened here on that day? And what were his last words? I must know what his last words were....I must." he said before looking up at her.

The boy's black ears perked up as he heard another voice. the voice of the brute from the battlefield. Augustus worried that his presence would set Loccian off again. He listened to Squall say of how he was similar to him; and that Auggie was the first to stick up for him like that in a while.He then said he had someone in the world that understands him. The yearling mustered a small smile and a small nod.

"Thank you..." he said to the man before turning back to his Aunt.

"Please don't get upset...we're off the battlefield. And we're in a place that I consider to be a place to be...quiet and somber. This is where my father died. This is where your brother died. Please respect that and give him a second chance? A-and there's one more request I would like to ask of you. Can you take me to the place where he's buried later? I would like to speak with him." he said in a calm voice that still trembled.

The wolf sat there beside his Aunt; with his head still pressed against her side. He leaned further into her. She was one of the closest things to his father. Same blood, similar looks. Same parents, same scent. thinking of that he looked up at her once more and let out a small whimper. He loved her as if she was his own parent. But she wasn't classified as one to him but he loved her as one. Augustus loved his Aunt more than she thought she did. If she wasn't his Aunt he would have almost called her mother a few times. She was his only source of love at the time and he wouldn't dare try to bite the paw that gave it to him besides be a bit stubborn. But is this what the brute had come to? A leech of love? So deprived that he had to search for it? with a small sigh he looked back at the indent in the dried mud and a small shudder ran up his spine. Closing his white gaze briefly did he imagine his father sitting beside them. He imagined him looking at him and Loccian with a soft and careful gaze. A small smile would be portrayed upon his face. Maybe Loccian didn't know that her brother was still alive in a way. He was alive in her. Alive in her heart as well and her memories. He was there wherever she was. Even when she felt alone he was there right?

The only way to calm his Aunt was to know the last words his father said. He would find some meaning and tell her what he though about it. Maybe it was about her, about him, about his mother, about their parents, about the stars know what. But the boy had to know. He was so eager and his paws shuffled as he thought. Looking back at Squall with his white gaze did he offer a small smile. The brute wasn't bad once you got to know him; and Auggie wanted to be his friend. Hopefully one day...and hopefully soon or someday.