No parent should have to bury their child
01-25-2019, 03:59 PM
The snow continued to fall, soft and silent as the sky cried frozen tears. The drops produced by his eyes fell and froze to the fur on his cheeks. Tana's body hiccuped with silent sobs as she got to work. With grace she drew the little wreath from her pack, setting it gently in the grave. He recognized the plants as ones often used to bind injuries and prevent infection. Herbs any good fighter should know, she'd send him off a warrior. Rhyme hadn't thought to bring it with him, but later he'd place the antler he sharpened to decorate the grave. He'd be sent off well into the next life. Tana leaned into his chest, her body still racked with tearless sobs. He tried to keep his breathing even and his mind clear as he offered his support to her freely. He could see the blood on her paws now, but he didn't say anything. He hoped she might let him or Rhythm see to them when they returned to the maple. "I wish we didn't have to." He replied quietly just as loathe to go through with the burial. He leaned his head down, pressing his cheek into her neck as he closed his eyes and wallowed in their shared sorrow. "We have to be strong for his brother and sisters." He told her, reaching his own paw down to caress the rabbit skin gently. |
