Everything was starting to feel normal again. Of course nothing would ever be the way it was before - she’d lost so much that there was no reclaiming - but she learned to adjust. Adapt. The pain was beginning to ebb away, leaving only the hollow skeletons of memories behind, and slowly - bone by bone, breath by breath - she was burying them in their deserved graves.
Laying her losses to rest was only one form of closure, however. The stories of the dead ended there and would never be stirred again.
The matter of the living remained.
Content as she was to wander the Rise and make herself useful, collecting herbs and getting to know her packmates, Josalyn couldn’t deny that her brother’s children weighed on her mind. She never had gotten to see them. After promising him that she would return a few weeks after their birth, when they were big and healthy enough to see, she had only been met with tragedy. She didn’t even speak to Alina when everything came crashing down. In a way, she felt… obligated. Not to mention that she really, honestly did want to see them. Be a part of their lives.
Alina was her brother’s mate. Her children were Josalyn’s nieces and nephew. At the very least, she had to try to be involved. Somehow.
It wasn’t like she could just leave, though. Maybe Poet would go with her. She found herself smiling at the thought of him, her paws leading her automatically back to the den she had casually claimed as her own. Whether or not he liked it. He hadn’t been complaining thus far.
Her thoughts drifted between Alina and the others she had met so far - Arrow, Inigo - as she scanned the trees and tasted the damp air for signs of her friend.
Feb 09, 2018 01:02 PM
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