lay me down on a bed of roses

WHERE WILL YOU BE WAKING UP TOMORROW MORNING?

A call had summoned him to Seracian lands. It was sad but also inviting, in a way, and Tiresias had felt compelled to go to the source. Once he had arrived, there were plenty of other wolves present, standing before a multi-colored wolf that he assumed was the king. There was sorrow in the man's eyes and blood on his pelt. From where he stood, he could see no life-threatening injuries to the king, although the king's heart was clearly broken.



The rain felt good against his fur, running down his face in lines. He lowered his head out of respect to the alpha. Tiresias was not officially part of this pack and he felt that this pain was not something he should share in. He stood a distance away, observing the scene from further away. Those who knew the fallen and the king should gather closer, not some rogue who'd just happened to amble by.

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