A Tear In Space

Her sister melted into her embrace as she hoped would be the case. Small but strong forelegs held the mottled girl close. Despite this being their first meeting, Scylla felt as though they'd known one another forever. They could bond through this unfortunate event, or series of them, and come out strong in the end. Scylla had been born strong, born with a disposition that not many others possessed. It sometimes made her come off as cold and unfeeling. She couldn't claim to be the most emotional woman in the world, but there was one thing that she did care fiercely for and that was family.

Doubt was voiced. Doubt laced with sorrow and uncertainty. As the sisters eyes met, Scylla offered Barghest a reassuring smile. "Dust makes the plants grow. The plants feed the deer. The deer feed the wolves. The wolves turn to dust." Scylla sighed again, giving a slight shake of her head. "It's all a cycle. It doesn't make it any easier for the ones going through it at present, but wolves have been losing loved ones since the beginning of time. Our father isn't the first and he won't be the last."

Scylla released Barghest from her hold once she was certain that the younger wolf was emotionally solid enough. "It's our duty to live on, remember those that we've lost and make them proud. We're Kleins, sister. One of the strongest, oldest lines on the continent. Whether our father is here or in the afterlife, we'll make him proud, won't we?" A decent little pep talk if she said so herself.

"Scylla"