Bittersweet

Pyrrhic lay with a work-in-progress spear clamped between his forepaws. He'd been wound far too tight lately and was trying to remedy that by forcing himself to tinker. It had been quite some time since he'd gladly sat down and worked a project. He'd thought he couldn't remember the last time, but after working on his spear for awhile it clicked. Pyrrhic could remember the last project he'd worked on. He'd worked on the meat drying rack with his dad. Malleus had wanted a bigger rack and he'd enlisted his son to help. It was simple, practical project that had revolved around a need the pack had, and it was the last thing he'd done with his dad before going to the mountain.

That knowledge brought tears to his eyes. Pyrrhic set the spear aside and lay still for a moment with his head bowed in thought. The moment was bittersweet. He'd gotten to spend his father's last days with him. They'd talked about anything and everything while they walked and before that they'd debated the pros and cons of Pyrrhic's proposed meat drying rack. Mundane stuff, all of it. If he'd known it was the end would he have done anything different? Talked about other things, things of substance? Maybe. But he hadn't and all he could do was treasure those simple, mundane memories.

Quietly Pyrrhic picked up the spear and began to work on it again.