We live to dance another day

The dark pelted man would stand stoically and dutifully beside Novella as the rest of her family and their pack would trickle in to the somber gathering. They were here to say good bye to the Matriarch and Patriarch of the Destruction family, this loss would forever echo through the generations, but life would continue. New generations would take their place, they only had to rely on he and his wife to raise the next one. Ever the confident one Frith was up to the challenge, they would just have to finish mourning first.

She would mumble little words of insecurity to him, and he would nuzzle her softly encouraging her as he always did. This would probably be one of the hardest tasks she would ever find herself completing, as an alpha as well as a Destruction. He would urger her on and shaky words would become offered to the family, he had no doubt every one of them would be reacting similarly to his pale wife. He would lean into her, lowering his head as she offered the news of their departure. He would pull her closer as she finished, offering his shoulder once more to cry on.