A trick in the sky

Wylan had barely slept since his mother, and two siblings had trotted off into the sunset. He still got weepy eyed when he thought of them. Warden had been his best friend, and his mother… his mother his whole world. So many nights were spent playing at her paws while she mixed a poultice or tended to her herbs. So many days playing in her herb garden and asking her why, why, why? while she pruned the weeds.

The den was empty with so many less bodies, and even his fathers wings couldn’t comfort him. He found himself drifting out of the den, and trotting along in the Col. Sniffling occasionally, and looking for something to take his mind off their leaving.

What he found was little Ignita out of her den. Sitting on the Warlords porch as she looked up at the skies. His head had been angled mostly down since he got up, so he hadn’t realised that the light wasn’t starlight until that moment. He looked up at the pretty, dancing colours before trotting up the hill to Bas’ den. He didn’t mind that it was the Warlords home. He was family, and he wasn’t scared of the giant wolf.

He came to a stop in front of Ignita, and looked up at the sky again. “Whatcha think it is?” he asked thoughtfully.

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