are the dead really silent?
I had walked within the pack for weeks, learning my way around the plains. It was strange for me to feel confined to a single place. To have a single land to call home did not sit well on my shoulders. I paced the borders, whether it was my job or not. It was all that felt right for me to do. Other than visiting my daughter, I dared not leave Asteraia for too long, I wished not to leave the side of Psyche. On one of my self-imposed rounds, I came across a scent I could not help but find interesting. A slow grin stretched across my lips. Long gait quickened to a lope as I followed her trail. I wondered if the half-tailed wolf would react kinder than she had in the beginning.
The grin drew longer over my white masked face as I approached. White tipped paws slowed as I trotted up to her, nose closer to the ground to pick up as much of the fallen scent as I could manage. I looked closely at the woman. Her tail wagged in the subtle greeting and my grin turned to smile. Greeting again. My hollow voice just as soft as it always had been, a voice far too soft for someone of my size. I see you have changed since the last time I have seen you. I sit before her, eyes glued to her face and studying her lines. She was a part of my pack now, which I am sure she knew. The scent of the plains had settled thickly on my fur. Congratulations on your children. Life, in this world, is as precious as death. My head tilts slightly, curious. Perhaps your’s and mine could meet. It was an offer that twisted my lips still further, hopeful. Solstice needed more her own age in her life. I knew I was not the best for my daughter, and I had promised I would raise her to the best of my ability. It was all I could do for the life it had taken to bring her into existance.
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; wandering ghost |