What is dead may never truly die

"My Tahlia, talk to me." Bane whispered as he cradled his mate against him. He placed a kiss between her ears, wanting to cox out the answers he knew she had. The Somnium wolf rocked himself from side to side where he sat, trying to keep Tahlia calm and focused. When she looked up to meet his gaze, the tears streaming down the side of her muzzle, Bane's fears were confirmed. All was not well with her back in the land of the living. Their offspring were assumed to be fine, even the newborn. The babe that didn't even have a name, Tahlia only speaking the gender. Another son. And she continued to speak. To list the wrongs back home. With her. Everything regarding her. Mounting to a conclusion that Bane didn't want to accept, the deceased wolf now looking down at her with a mixture of shock and realization. Why she wasn't waking up despite all she was say and doing.

Tahlia was dead.

The thought ran through his mind several times as he still held her gaze with his own two eyes. Twin sapphire to deep gold. Both whole, healthy, locked at one another. And Bane clutched Tahlia all the more tightly to him, paw stroking down her back to sooth and shush, to cease and calm the she-wolf that couldn't go on living without him. "Shhhhh, it's going to be ok Tahlia. I want you to think of us together. By the river. By ourselves. As I said when you last held me by that tree. Now think of where we are now." Bane looked down at her, the river just a few steps away. "In time, before you know it, everyone will be here with us in this place. It is my hope that they will find their own bond that we had together before arriving here." The Somnium wolf brought the tip of his muzzle to hers. "We did our young right Tahlia." A passionate kiss molding against her muzzle before withdrawing to let her deal with the loss she had suffered within his embrace. In time he knew that she would be overcome this realization. And Bane could now be there for her. Forever.