Don't Rain on my Parade

He had finally made it to the borders of Winterfell, nodding a goodbye to Heloise before going his own way. He had appreciated the company on the way back, however silent it had been. His foxes both had walked in silence as well, understanding the gravity of what had transpired. He felt heavy...like a weight on his shoulders that he couldn't shake. It was perhaps, a temporary feeling. He had never killed another wolf before, much less his own blood family. It was done and over with now, but he doubted this feeling wouldn't go away for some time. He grieved, even if it had been done by his own teeth. As much as he had hated Elias for all his wrongdoings, he couldn't help but remember the times they had spent together as brothers.

As he was heading to his den to be alone, he heard Elara's familiar call. He hadn't seen too much of her - or anyone - for sometime, though he figured they were all just adjusting to their new lives in Winterfell. He hadn't told the pack about his intention of challenging his brother to the death save for his immediate family...but now it didn't matter, did it? He had come back alive. Tiredly, he made his way to find Elara. His tail wagged just slightly, but all animation died from him as the grief still struck. "Elara...what can I do for you?" He asked softly, crimson gaze not as bright as it usually was.

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