We'll Go Up In Flames, And Down In History

Ocean had searched desperately for the wolf he called friend, but as his heart accepted that she was gone he settled lower into desperation and sorrow. The boy was quiet and reserved, keeping his head down as much as possible as he sought out and spent his time with Chrystelle as she tried to return him to health. The young man slipped into the meeting and made his way towards her and Claire. He glanced at the fiery yellow eyes of Chrys before he settled down, lowering himself to his elbows as he lay at her paws. He felt like he had already lost so much in his short life, he felt like he was clinging onto the last bits of light that were left in his life. They were dim, as his sisters were grieving just as heavily and their foundation remained so eroded. Ocean didn’t know what the future looked like, or even if there was one. Sometimes it felt like he had come to the end of a very long road despite his briefness of years.