We can never leave her behind

The Warlord staggered back to his son-in-laws home. The vision of his wife, standing tall and regal, the golden mask in her paws was burned to his thoughts. It was a blessing, if a very small one in the ocean of his pain. That the last sight of her was not of her thin, cold body lying along on the stone steps. “We will make sure she gets the burial she deserves.” He could not bring her body home. She had given that to the gods, but her cloak was wrapped about his shoulders, and the scent of her thick in his nostrils.

He paused on the border of the Hallows. Sinking to his paws at the threshold as he took a moment to wrap the strength he needed about himself. “Zee, my love. I’m sorry” He said quietly to the air. Through what he apologised for he was not sure. After a time, he sighed and pulled himself to his paws. Their children were confused, and that confusion would only grow. He could not hold them off any longer.

As he approached the castle, he raised his head. Calling to all of the children in their youngest litter. He was sure Art would ensure their privacy for a little while, and pulled themselves into the guest room where they all were sleeping, and waited for the kids to arrive.


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