Novella had felt this pain before, the anguish and depression of losing someone close to you. As much as she had loved poor little Descant however, that pain simply couldn't compare to the ache within her now, the emptiness she moved with and sorrow carried heavy within her heart. It was unbelievable the idea of life without them and it still hadn't fully registered within her. As the Author of Threar she was expected to be responsible, to organise everyone for a funeral to mourn them and yet she couldn't stand the idea. She was going to break, she knew it.
She had been the one to find them, curled up together so peacefully she had initially believed they were only sleeping. She couldn't remember how she'd come to the horrid realisation that it was not the case, and that they had gone. In fact much of the time since that discovery had gone past in a fuzzy blur, walking absent mindedly through her own life, sharing the bad news with the family she saw. Frith had helped her, though there was little he could do to help now, even with him at her side he simply wouldn't be able to make the pain of this day go away.
Finally plucking up enough courage, a mournful howl would sound now, calling for the pack, the family anyone who had known and cared for Novel and Dutiron.
