Dead hearts are everywhere

Walk | Talk | Think

The tears almost did him in. Eirik wished and wanted nothing more to tell his little sister exactly what she wanted to hear, that he would escort her back home and they could continue to live there happily and safely with their family, but he knew it was a lie. Without Rune there to protect it, without him holding them all together, Secretua had fallen apart, and no one would have been able to take his place. "It...It just isn't," he falteringly answered, finding his own explanation to be pathetic and lacking. This was so much harder than he had imagined it to be. If only his father had still been there.

Whether it was something he said or Sarai finally giving in, the pale grey wolf followed after her as she turned and walked back toward their mother, sighing heavily but quietly to himself. He glanced up and away from the grey and white child back toward his mother and was a little surprised to see a white wolf with red markings. Something about their placement - or the color perhaps? - made him think strangely of Kismet, but he shook the thought away. Coincidence, surely. The woman said something, welcoming them to the pack's border, and her kindness was repaid by a quick, stinging remark from none other than his mouthy little sibling.

Eirik closed his rosy pink eyes and sighed internally. Maybe he should have kept the girl away while his mom took care of things. Sarai always did have a way of saying what was on her mind, without any conscious thought to censor it for listening ears with sensitive hearts. Opening his eyes he glanced once at the lady from the pack, hoping she would not take the young pup's words too seriously and hoping still that his mom would be able to do what she needed to despite it. Alamea continued to speak after reprimanding the girl, and as he watched her visibly hunch beneath the weight of everything they were going through he tried again to approach her, lowering his head and reaching out to nuzzle her cheek consolingly.