The season was going like a whirlwind it felt. Too fast… every day Panik wondered if it would be the last she would see her mother until she too joined her in the next plain along with her father. The happiness she felt though in having her children, Faust and Terra, overshadowed most of the feeling of sadness, but the anticipation killed her a little each day. She had made sure her children knew their grandmother, they visited her whenever she felt good enough to have them around. Terra was typical puppy in nature, inquisitive, hyper, playful, her brother Faust was… well very much like Panik’s father it felt like. He was odd and already was catching on to language and things very quickly. Too smart, Panik would say, and she worried what he would think when the time came for their grandmother to pass. They were hers though, and she loved them dearly and her mother did too she hoped.

The sorrowful howl of her sister filled her ears, she instantly felt the lump in her throat the burn of her eyes. Despite being ready for it, expecting it, hearing the call was not easy. She took a moment to insure her children were still resting. While she would explain the death of them, and certainly not tell them of the loss, she wasn’t sure her children needed to be here for this. She slipped out of the den, and walked the short distance away, but to her surprise she was not the first to arrive. Already two wolves she wasn’t entirely familiar with had arrived. One offering a gift of feathers, she was familiar, but Panik right now said little to her, the second was closer to the den’s entrance. Panik gave a solumn nod of greeting to them both before joining her sister, touching her golden and brown form against the copper-gold and white body of her sister.

Her eyes ran across the overly still form of their mother and Panik closed her eyes, a few tears coming from the corner. There was solace in knowing someday she would see her mother again, that this wasn’t the end. So even then she was able to smile with her sister as she saw the look upon her mother’s maw. A smile. Peace. ”It must be wonderful there.” Panik said softly, ”I’m sure she is happy and is not wishing for us to hurry and join her.” With a deep steading breath though she placed herself to the side, looking upon the peaceful form of her mother, gathering her thoughts before giving her mother her final goodbye from this world.