He was ready to move his weight forward, the darkness slowly climbing up to grab him with its hand. He could see it, it was there working its way up the edge. He stared at it lids half pulled down looking blankly at it with no fear, no concern, just waiting for it to grab him and yank him off and into the wild rivers below. He had no idea that someone was drawing near, someone had seen him making his way down to the cliff’s edge and staring at the water dangerously close. Normally he could do this, being raised in the mountains had made him set for this. He met a wolf boy once, he had wondered at Sven’s talent for moving so easily of thin edges. Trust your paws. He had told the boy, trust yourself and your abilities. Fear was what made one falter and fall off the edges to their death. But this wasn’t fear that Sven felt now. He was not scared to fall, he never had been and he never would.

This wasn’t something that fear was causing. He was in the way of everyone, there was no need for him to be here, but when he had heard someone clear their throat he turned slightly looking away from the dark cloud that was growing ever closer and closer ready to shroud him again. The blank, near dead looking orange eyes found a stranger one maybe he had seen before but he had no idea of his name or position. It didn’t matter to him the words of the stranger were heard and Sven heard him. ”Not jump, or fall… taken. It’s coming.” He says his voice just as dead as his eyes looking back down the mountain it is so close now, so close now it was brushing his toes he could feel it tickling his weak joints as it started to crawl up his legs leaving him to be weak.

”No one cares. I get in the way; it is why it is taking me.” He says again in the same dull dark tones. ”I am going to die. I am not scared. It is best.” He looked over him the hand gripping around his middle half, form then teetering on the edge before he looked back at Swallowbane. ”Tell Natu-mom- I am sorry I was in the way.” before his form finally tipped. If he was attempted to be grabbed it would do little but mar his body before he fell. The dark hand grabbing him yanking him into the depths. Falling felt… Good. He closed his eyes darkness filling his being before nothingness and cold took him. A last he was out of the way at last he was no longer a burden. He was free.