Gavroche was still down about being home, about the injury he believed he had caused his aunt to get. With everyone off at the raid, including Sou and Vitani who would be on healing detail, Gavroche and Ikuchi had been left behind in their family den. With Ikuchi fetching food for Baecette, there wasn’t much that he needed to worry about. He had given his brother the herbs his mother had said to give him and then the young male returned to his nest. The winged wolf sulked on the furs, knowing soon that they would be moving out of this den and into their own now that they were yearlings. It made him sad… he wanted to keep being close to his parents and siblings but…
He shook his head, green gaze landing on Ikuchi as his brother entered the den with a rabbit. He watched him move over to Baecette, setting it down. But despite this their colorful sibling didn’t move. Gavroche shifted, watching them as Ikuchi whined. Something was wrong… Gavroche could feel worry welling up in his gut, anxiety eating at him as he padded over to Baecette and set a paw on him. He recoiled instantly, eyes growing wide. No.
No no no no…
Gavroche’s ears fell and his gaze shot from Ikuchi back to Baecette. His body wasn’t rising and falling. He was cold… still… Gavroche felt like everything started to cave around him. His head fell, tears welling up in his eyes as he fixed his attention on the earth at his paws. “He’s… He’s dead…” Gavroche whimpered. But why? Why had… their mother had been treating him… Divinities above… Why was this happening?
