Death changes things

Last night had been weird for the boy. His sister had danced her way into his dreams and when he awoke the next morning it was with a start. He was quick, a nagging feeling telling him to check on her.

He rushed, past his siblings dens and even torins to where naeva had chosen to den on the outskirts of the territory.no one ever checked on her but he knew she was around thanks to her scent. As he approached he slowed. It was quiet and the wind brought with it a smell he had only smelled on prey. His eyes widened. "No, no, no.... don't let it be so." he rushed into the den his eyes adjusting quick. There she lay, as if she was watching the first snow. It was cold. His paw nudged her trying to rise her. A chill had set in her body already. "NO!" his voice ripped open the quiet of the morning. His head threw back as he howled out his anger and grief. This had not had to happen. His voice would be what likely woke his family as he called for them. His heart clenched as he curled up with his head over naeva's shoulders.