I have just checked on the smallest members of my adoptive family. Now I leave them in good faith that they are safe in their den while I go to hunt for them and find something to eat. Really I know they are so young that they need milk, but they can survive without if I chew their food just as I had when I was small. Yet still I wonder where Moonglow had gone. My tail flicks as I move back down the mountain my face neutral thinking about the little ones and what I was going to do with them. Without Alcide or Moonglow they had no parents and though I faintly could smell their eldest brother Sleekwing I am driven to try and protect the little ones. As a provider of the pack I am supposed to provide for those that cannot do so themselves be it age or frailty I am to care for them. Perhaps their parents were fine… I had told the pups this but I am not feeling so confident on my words. I hadn’t promised they would be back, but I had told them it would be okay.

Perhaps I had lied anyway.

I smell the blood in the air mingled with a scent that I know for certain it's Moonglow’s it heads towards the den but still it is so far off. My ears fall back and I move forward my elegant mahogany and golden form making a straight path tearing through any brush and bramble along the way. Perhaps she had made me angry many times, perhaps sometimes I had what I would akin to hate towards her for how Daenerys and I had been left, but still a part of me realizes she was there for me more than any of my blood family had been and at least over the past seasons had attempted to rekindle Spirane. I draw near it is a lot of blood, more than I have ever smelled on a wolf and my heart felt light and fleeting like the birds in the skies fluttering about in fear.

I charge forward soon seeing the grey-blue form of Moonglow and her companion Orba at her side. She is a mess I see the blood at her throat and my forest green eyes grow wide and again I felt my face contort in a most strange gesture. I grit my fangs as I go to her side my body trembling slightly as my gaze goes around. Niviaq! A healer! Someone! For a moment I feel panic rise up inside of me but the other knows the truth of what was going to happen.

”Mother.” I say softly my song voice soft my face following suit, I sound somewhat hopeless wondering what I should say. It is the first time I call her this, but it had come unbidden to my maw. I could tell she was trying to make it to the den, the way she faced the path she traveled, perhaps she can even smell Idunn and Haven’s scents upon my two toned fur. I glow in the soft light that falls a halo of gold, I honestly didn’t know what to say, I lay down next to her my rather large form dwarfing her own and I move next to the white bird and lick gently at the wound on her neck to see what further damage in a vain hope that maybe she would be okay.

I was wrong, I was so horribly wrong. She was going to bleed out, or stop breathing already I could feel it as if she were one of the many birds I had watched eb away from the world. First stillness, then cold and then nothing.

”They are safe you know.” I speak not knowing if she can, ”Idunn and Haven, they are safe.” I wonder what else I could possibly tell her in these moments, I just want to bring the older wolfess as much comfort as I can, I know she isn’t going to make it. My fangs grit and I fight back the urge for tears to fall. I have long stopped crying over loss but this felt so different and heavier than any loss I had ever felt. Please, I hope Alcide comes I know that is what she needs her imprint, her REAL children. She needs them, not some boy that was set upon her that hardly recognized her as a mother until she had fallen onto her deathbed.

~ Calls Sage’s Soul ~ Serenades None ~ Sings Spirane’s Song~