turn back the clock

Caelia's chest was tight with white-hot grief, a stark contrast to the rather mild summer day that she was wandering aimlessly through. Nolan was dead, she'd been told. An unfortunate accident, and no doubt a tragic one. There was no room for blame, no matter how badly she wished there was - as if somehow the dull aching anger that hung heavily over everything else might be relieved if only she had an outlet to direct it towards. But there was nobody to point her paw at, and the one likely most responsible for Nolan's death if anyone was.. well, he was dead. Instead she felt herself stewing over the strange mixture of emotions that stirred inside her chest, unsure quite how to cope with them other than to sit in her pain and feel it in its fullness.

It wasn't completely like her mother's death, but the feelings it brought up in her were painfully familiar. She hadn't known Nolan very well, but she had considered him a friend nonetheless. For someone who didn't have many wolves outside her own family she considered a friend, losing Nolan was surprisingly painful. And though crying wasn't really her response to grief, the pain was written plainly across her features - only because she knew she was alone. Her brows furrowed tightly together as she veered through the plains, paying no apparent attention to her surroundings. It was hard to think about much of anything, her paws carrying her along without much thought as to the direction she was heading.

Only the sound of someone barreling by her brought her back to reality, slowly but surely. Was that.. one of Justice's kids? She hadn't met them yet, but she knew of them, and the one that ambled by was unquestionably hers. For a moment she considered ignoring him entirely, something uncharacteristic of her, especially when it came to her fellow packmates. Blood family came above all else, but pack members were quite high up there on her list of priorities. "Hello!" She managed to call out, hoping to get the boy's attention before he got too far away from her. Her voice was groggy from lack of use today, though quickly cleared as she spoke. "Whatcha find?" Something was dangling from his mouth, but it was hard to say what it was from a distance.