he takes it, the bear hide, to the shores. it was the salt that he wanted. salt flats that bordered the furthest side of the nanruan world beyond moladion having served in this capacity before. it is where he will take some of the bear meats to dry once dipped in the sea. he would let the bear hide lay out, would take this as a project to get away from his grief and separate himself from those who did not need to see his misery.
he can feel himself caving, even as he dunks the hide. it is extremely heavy, but when the job is finished, he drags it back to the dens and lays it flesh-up to sun dry. he can see haziel and reich have moved the mate of his red brother to her den, her children scattered in confused pain, so he takes a moment to behead the bear and drag it to the roof as another project for later and then comes to where Natu and the pups seemed to be ejected from out of Haziel’s way so that Everlyse might be attended.
he aches, but he drags ifrit into Neirin’s den as well. the burying would be done that night. night, where all ceremonies took place for the Nanruan people. that is their origin, their faith, and their one time homeland. it would happen how even ifrit would have wanted. A warriors funeral in the manner of their blood-people.
and then he emerges and his face is softened, understanding as he nods in gesture to natu and herds the pups from the dens and towards church where she and her family are remaining a ways off.
he cannot imagine that the mother had wanted her children to see such destruction, especially after her scolding of neirin’s child and her faint, but meaningful, sympathy for his brothers’ deaths.
“I am sorry that you brought your family to see this,” he says first, a little frightened that the last connection with his leader might be stolen away so soon after it’s discovery, “our own children need some distance while the others deal with the bear. how would they like to come with natu and i to see the lavender flats?” his inquery might sound normal to anyone who only knew of the quiet black wolf of rumor, but to natu, it would be clear he meant for an escape, to be away from the death as much as he wanted his children away from it. “it is about time that the pups were shown more of their home and there are lavender flowers and daisies in bloom.”
the lavender scent alone would be good for the whole party. used, he knew, for restlessness, for depression, for agitation, for pain. “i will pick some of the poppies to bring for my brother-- my brother. it could be a good way to get everyone away for a small while...”
FENRIR
the dragonborn ; of scotavia
male | 18 years | 37 inches | 150 pounds
vagabond residing in asteraia | mate of natu
father of : arthfael, alistair, alexander, ankh (x natu)
sire of : weylin (x charlemagne), taliesin (x doe)
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