Dún do shúil, a rún mo chroí

Aurielle listened, nodding in mute acceptance of her Uncle’s words. At his suggestion – request – she nodded to her son and Corbie, smiling gently at the two yearlings. Once they were out of earshot and sight, she sagged slightly. “I know you’re dying. Will you be staying until… You know you’re welcome. However you may feel about packs, there’s always a home here for you.”

Her breath hitched, and she took a breath, and a moment before she whispered, “I’d like to be able to visit you, even after you’re gone.”

It was selfish, certainly, but she still needed the words to be said. She’d only ever been able to be with her father when he passed. She’d been far away when her mother had finally let go of her body. He was the only uncle she had left and the only one she even remotely knew.

Quietly, she watched him, hoping, but not certain he would accept the offer.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think