Pull Me Under

The warm summer winds that blew into the den seemed mocking to the she-wolf. They wrapped around her body, reminding her, with a sick and bitter feeling in her heart, that she was alive and her son was dead. 'Such a cold hand fate has dealt us.' Destruction slowly rose from her sitting position next to her son's body. There remain but one task that she had to do -- bury Dillinger somewhere where his body would be able to lie undisturbed.

Destruction slowly turned her head, hearing that low whine, a question floating upon it to her ears. Bane. The she-wolf turned fully towards him, anger reflecting in her eyes. Sure Dillinger had been Bane's son as well... but he was not at all the father or mate he probably should have been. If he had also looked after their son would it have prevented his death.

A low growl escaped Destruction's maw. She was tempted to chase the bastard away from the den... but perhaps the cold truth of what had happened was worse than that? Destruction made her way out of the den, sitting before it in a protective manner. She would tell Bane of what happened.

"His name was Dillinger." She focused her eyes upon his face. "He got sick... there was nothing that could be done." Destruction shifted, resisting her urge to go after Bane. As much as she hated him he did, she supposed, deserve to know of his son. The she-wolf narrowed her eyes, speaking again. "Why did you come here, Bane? Did any sort of regret creep into your heart? Knowing that I was raising your son alone? I suppose it doesn't matter anymore... seeing as how he is dead."