tangled in the years

Since meeting his grandmother, he’d held out some small hope that he’d see his mother, too. However, his patrols couldn’t be ignored, so he padded along the wall, nose working, eyes and ears alert. But it was Crystal who informed him that there was a stranger far within the pack boundaries, all the way at the stone circle.

“Let the able-bodied ones know, just in case there’s an ambush. Keep it downlow.”

He leapt into the milky miasma with a swirl of mist, slipping along the familiar paw-paths, stealthy as he made his way toward the Circle, while Crystal winged off to inform the others on patrol to be alert.

But when he crossed the scent, his froze, midstep, before slipping forward again, not stepping into full view into the circle until he’d taken a good look from the shadows at the wolf sitting within.

It was a little morbid that his mother sat right over her own grave site, so far from everyone else. Still, he was far more prepared now that he’d met Epiphron walking around, enough that his greeting was practically casual as he stepped into sight. As much as it hurt that she was still very much dead, it was still so good to see her again.

“Hello, Mother.”

He paused several strides away, studying her. He had to look down to make any eye contact. Way down… had she really been the same height as Aurielle? And grandmother, too… he realized.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think