Poor Sweet Child [banefam]
11-29-2014, 11:09 AM
Nako had allowed himself to healthily grieve over the passing of his father as were all of his siblings who varied in the ways they dealt with the loss. His paws dug the grave under the mimosa tree where Bane now rested. And it was where Tahlia only traveled if to nothing more than lay with her mate and grieve. Tahlia was by far the hardest hit by the family's loss. Her years spent with Bane and the moments they shared before his passing were something he could never understand until he found one to pledge his heart to. Nako stood over the steep side of the fjord and it was where he waited anxiously for Tahlia to come up. Jakart and Kailos, he didnt know how they where they were right now, only that they were hunting. A half eaten elk lay buried under the ever falling snow, antlers and ribs the only real telltale sign it was there. The only time that he could really coax his mother to eat was when she surfaced. If only to help the young that grew within her. More brothers and sisters to watch grow.
The adult wolf shifted on his paws, biting back a set of tears as he felt the feathers his father had given him brush along his head and neck. His shoulder ached from were the Talutah scar showed in the gap of the fur and he shook his pelt free of snow. His only good ear tilted in the direction where his mother lay in her den. A cry carried by the wind was the only sound Nako needed to hear before taking off down the hill with all urgency. With a few bounds he was by the entrance, cries of what sounded like pain coming from within. A tense breath exited past his muzzle as he shuffled down the entrance of the den. "Mom!" Nako barked with worry, observing the scene with trepidation and with a glance back up the entrance. Des wasn't around was she? The male fidgeted with his paws before heading back up. He would stay by the entrance and hope that Tahlia would be all right.
The adult wolf shifted on his paws, biting back a set of tears as he felt the feathers his father had given him brush along his head and neck. His shoulder ached from were the Talutah scar showed in the gap of the fur and he shook his pelt free of snow. His only good ear tilted in the direction where his mother lay in her den. A cry carried by the wind was the only sound Nako needed to hear before taking off down the hill with all urgency. With a few bounds he was by the entrance, cries of what sounded like pain coming from within. A tense breath exited past his muzzle as he shuffled down the entrance of the den. "Mom!" Nako barked with worry, observing the scene with trepidation and with a glance back up the entrance. Des wasn't around was she? The male fidgeted with his paws before heading back up. He would stay by the entrance and hope that Tahlia would be all right.
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