Breathe Freely

Ocean has been in conflict for a very long time, it never felt right remaining in the northern pack after his parents died. Leaving their graves was incredibly difficult but he knew that he would do anything for his sister. Including up and moving no matter the consequences. The three of them traveled in relative comfort, he was mostly quiet throughout the trip as Aslatiel and Chrystelle got to know each other. Oce learned a little bit about both of them as they went. He would have carried his sister if he needed to, but the slow pace kept her up with them, but he could tell she was getting tired by the time they finally arrived where Aslatiel led them.

She told them it wasn’t so easy to navigate but he had confidence in himself and Chrystelle. This would be their new home, this was where he would see his sister recover. They finally arrived to a secluded little den. Aslatiel had obviously put much effort into making this little getaway. Silver eyes looked over their new home, the oil skin awning, the bones that littered the trees and the ground. Despite the macab decorations he oddly felt like he had just stepped into home.

There was everything they needed here, comfortable, if not musty, furs they could easily clean, lots of herbs to gather, and Asaltiel was offering to hunt for them as well. From the numerous skulls littered around he could only assume she was a talented hunter. ”You’re really too kind, Aslatiel.” He offered, only hinting at how touched he was with the concern she offered to them. He knew she was special and he knew that after everything they had been through their relationship was special.

”Thank you, for everything.” How much longer would Chrystelle have made it up in the north? How much time did he have until he was saying goodbye to his sister. Far too early. He lowered himself to his haunches and leaned his shoulder against Aslatiel affectionately. She had saved them, no question.