Among the greats
ARMADA PACK MEETING
05-07-2021, 05:59 PM
"Aslatiel Fatalis"
The words of her father hit her like a boulder to the gut. Aslatiel took a quick, hissing inhale and took a staggering step backwards. Swirling, galaxy eyes searched her father's face before they shifted to the burnt remains in the cart. No, it couldn't be. Panic ate at her, threatening to spill over, but she tamped it down, though her eyes remained wild. Like a switch, Aslatiel Fatalis shifted into auto pilot. She couldn't show emotion. Not now. The pack was looking to the Warlord and his Reaper for guidance. They needed to set the tone. Sirius spoke his piece then stepped away to begin digging a grave near the obelisk. Steeling her nerves, Aslatiel stepped forward and took her place beside him. She began to dig as well, her much smaller paws pulling away snow and damp earth. The words were a shock, but she couldn't think about them, she just couldn't. Not yet. Not now. Eyes still wide, she continued to help her father dig the grave for the bones that he'd brought home. They were in such poor shape... she couldn't help but ask herself how he knew that this was indeed her mother and brother? Later, there would be time to sort through all of that. For now, she dug. |