Silent Prayers

Walking through the pack lands lost in thought, Gwenevere was surprised to see Aurielle's form in the distance, the glimmering white form disappearing into a grove of trees. Something prompted her to follow quietly through the trees, and she emerged to overhear Aurielle's quiet words.

A quick glance revealed the place as being graves, old graves. She stared somberly at them as she paced forward to stand beside Aurielle. She knew who Aurielle was speaking of - with her mother and brother in the pack, but still haunting their dens, interacting with no one but Aurielle and Regulus and possibly Paladin, it could only be them she was referring to.

"You can't," she said softly, not without empathy for the young wolf. "You can give them support, you can treat them with herbs, but in the end it comes down to them. They need to make the decision to move past that part of their lives. No one can do it for them."

She seated herself beside the alpha. "No one blames you for struggling," she added after a moment. "You are young, and had responsibilities set on your shoulders that none of us expected you to bear for years yet. To have your mother and brother returned to you... damaged... We understand that it has been difficult to split your attention between attending to them and the pack." She hesitated to say that it would become easier - life never really got easier, rather wolves learned to bear it.