Pull Me Under

No other pups... that was bit of relief, a sense of calm washing over Bane. No other pups. Pups that could've also fallen sick or have an ailment that they were born with. Something hidden that he carried in him from an ancestor. "I'd be lying if I'd say that I'm surprised you decided not to eat those herbs." A solemn nod being given at her words, Bane trying not to disturb Dillinger with the gesture as Destruction licked the cool pup hanging from his jaws. The she-wolf voiced her approval of his offer to take their pup to the Seracia burial grounds.

The mental map of Seracia was quickly referenced and Bane took off at a slow walk towards the bodies of the pack's deceased. Upon hearing the she-wolf's question Bane thought a moment, not really the one to divulge personal information that were mostly encounters with females. The fairer gender had tendencies to become jealous. "I've been trying to find my way, but the path keeps appearing and disappearing." Bane left it at that, tail drooping between his hindlegs as he carried his longest living offspring to the pups final resting place.

The low grass was thicker in some places at the burial grounds where packmates had been laid to rest, Dillinger being placed in a hastily dug grave after the perimeter was scanned for any other wolves. Bane stood over the turned up earth. If only he had known sooner and acted responsibly... if only he had known.