I've Walked With You, Once Upon A Dream

The was struck him like a blow, and he hunched his wings around him as he followed Fern. Uncertain what she was going to tell him. Surely news would have reached them at home if something had happened to Meadows. She had once been an Armada wolf, and she was family. Auntie Dew, as he used to call her.

He followed her silently as she led him towards the sunflowers. He sat beside her when she sat, but his attention was on Fern, and not the flowers she had brought him to. Her words weren’t the shock they should have been. Not with the tears in her eyes, and that was ringing in his ears.

He shuffled a little closer to her, because he knew now that they weren’t strangers at all. They were two wolves who loved the same person, and felt the grief of her passing. They were cousins, by Mort's reckoning. By choice, if not blood. He wrapped a wing lightly around her. Tentatively, a little uncertain. He didn’t want to crowd her. “Meadow was an amazing wolf. Whimsical, and sweet. She never let the expectations of others drive her to be something she wasn’t.” He gave Fern a small smile, ignoring the tears burning in his own eyes. “She could charm the birds from the trees, whatever she might say about what happened. I'm glad to meet you, cousin Fern."

"Mortis Fatalis"