Stages of grief

"Eska"

She still hadn't made a decision as to whether or not she would stay or go. If her mother was gone, then there was nothing holding her here except a few young wolves that she held no blood ties to. What else was there for her to do though? Her aunt had likely passed away by now. Her mother was soon to go. She knew that her father was dead. Eska was free of all earthly ties. It wasn't a good feeling.

The brindled fae had been trailing up and down the river, hunting, keeping herself occupied. She considered going back to The Hallows to see her mother again, but couldn't manage to do it. She didn't know that woman. It was... difficult. On one paw she should have been there for her, on the other, she had known the woman for the smallest fraction of her life. She'd tracked Resin down so that she could get to know her. Since she couldn't get to know her, there wasn't that connection there. Eska didn't feel beholden to the creature in the dungeon.

Coming back from a hunt, a thick rabbit between her jaws, Eska heard Ulric call for her. Dark ears swiveled forward and she threw herself into a lope. Hopefully he wouldn't mind waiting a bit. She had quite a distance to go. By the time she arrived at the edge of the plains, the day was growing short. She'd abandoned the rabbit halfway through her journey. It was hard to breath with a furry creature in your mouth.

Eska slowed enough so that she would catch her breath by the time she came to stand before Ulric. Both ears flicked forward and her brows drew together. Something was wrong. She could tell by the expression on his face. "Ulric?" She questioned him, but in her gut, she already knew.