Beach Bash

He was one today, he didn’t feel like it was the truth. The days had started to blur together, and it shocked him to realise the season had ended. This was a celebration of summer, of their Birthday. Today, they could be considered young adults, and all their training was supposed to amount to something.

All he could think was how much he missed Malalia. She would have loved this gathering, from what she had said of her previous pack, gatherings were more common. She would have loved the roaring fire, which sat, perfect for late night stories. She would have wanted to sing as one, with the pack. Sing as the sun descended, and the day ended. Her voice had always been startlingly beautiful. Was she becoming more perfect in his mind, now that she was gone? She had been one of the best fighters of his life. She had kicked his ass time and time again. She had even beaten Azure. She was steady, and reliable, but still able to laugh and have fun. He had loved her, or was it infatuation? He was young, he knew that. As the years passed - for he had many, many before him, would he forget her face?

This gathering didn’t feel like a cause for celebration. He found himself heading to the campfire, collapsing on the corpse sand where he could watch the flames dancing. Close enough that the heat teared up his eyes. Or at least, if anybody ask, that's what he would tell them.