What we build is broken

Mortis felt his muzzle parting, but for a moment nothing came out. What could he say to that? What could anyone say to that? He felt like his heart was breaking anew, and he reached forward to cup a paw gently around his sons shoulders, leaning forward so he could rest his forehead against the smaller wolf.

“Ollie..” he said past the lump in his throat. “Oleander. She did not leave because of you. You are her pride and joy, and the pinnacle of her work as a healer, just look at how you recovered? She is nothing but proud of you.” he told her in a choked voice. If she left for any reason, it was because of Wylan. He loved so fiercely, so freely. Perhaps he had smothered her and she had needed the freedom. But not because of any of her beloved children, she did not leave them easily.


"Mortis Fatalis"