The last gift, my curse

He had taken a moment to clear his head and make a decesion, he would follow through with something they had already planned but hadn't yet had a chance to go ahead with. He was going to respect Sibelle's wishes, he was going to leave the pack to Odette and move on, through he would leave her as secondary until she – as he believed she would – moved on also. He raised his head and howled for his friend, weary and uncertain how much to tell her but knowing also that he must tell her enough – she needed to know exactly what she was getting into if she decided to take on Solstice. He paws at the ground idly with with his paw as he waited for his friend to appear, before sitting down beneath the frail protection the canopy offered against the still-falling snow. He felt like centries must have passed since Sibelle had looked at him with such hatred and told him to leave, but knew that the sun had barely moved across the sky, his world had been destroyed in moments, not days.


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