Nero was beginning to hate it here, though running away no longer seemed to matter. The worst had already happened, and the reapers had generously spared him and his sisters.
He hadn’t been able to bring his mother across the river, hadn’t wanted to risk losing his grip on her in the water and losing her forever. At least he had something to bury- that which hadn’t been picked over by scavengers.
Foolish of him to think that the birds and other little creatures wouldn’t eat her, just because she was a wolf- a real person. Just because she was important to him. That was death, it seemed. Turning something that was once alive and vibrant into little more than meat.
That was why you buried the dead. So that you didn’t have to come back to see them chewed up like prey. He hadn’t been gone very long- after the tragedy that echoed back at the caves, he’d returned here, to where his mother had fallen.
Her eyes were gone. Having them stare at him the first time he saw her was bad. Seeing the bloody, empty sockets was infinitely worse.
He’d dug the hole beside her and pushed her into it, covering her body with dirt. It was the second time he’d done it, and his paws ached from digging in the hard soil. He didn’t even know if burying her would help. Wolves buried their food in a cache and dug it up to eat it later. He felt that he shouldn’t leave her alone, even now, in case some scavengers tried to get to her. What of his father’s body, buried near the place where he’d died? Did he need to watch that grave as well?
After his mother was covered, there was no more to be done. Hunger gnawed at his stomach, but he didn’t feel like eating. The sun was still high in the sky, with several hours of daylight still. He didn’t move, only stood and stared, hollow-eyed, out across the terrain.
Being vague on events after the ‘reckon’ thread.
Apr 12, 2018 08:36 AM
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