Overhead, a few stars and somewhere near the horizon the moon tried stubbornly to shine through the overcast sky. But it remained, largely, dark, the clouds holding their sway.
Natasha’s step slowed once she led the two Alliance wolves to the top of the falls. From here, the roar of the waterfall was audible, if muted. But she wasn’t concentrating on her home just then, the precious Falls where she had been born and raised. Her tail was uncharacteristically low as the yearling wolf padded heavily to the duel graves just near where the path that led down began.
Cree was one grave. Her first encounter with death. There had been so many, after her. The other Natasha reached out a paw to, brushing off some dead leaves and twigs that had accumulated. Usually she did that every morning when she passed by on border patrols or hunts, leaving the gravesite neat and tidy.
“Hey Aunt Val, I’m home. And I brought you some visitors.” She stated quietly, not caring if the pair thought her weird for speaking out loud to a dead wolf. Natasha didn’t give a shit what anybody thought of her. She looked down for a moment, head bowed.
She missed Valentina as much as ever. If only she was here. She would tell her how to bridge the growing gap between Nat and her mother. She would have come up with a plan to find Eyja and bring her home safely. She would have praised Natasha’s quick actions in saving the valley from that rapist, Gunnar, and told her how far her fighting skills had come in just a year.
She cleared away one last leaf. It crumbled to tiny particles under her broad paw.
“It doesn’t usually look like this. I was away recently, looking for a missing packmate.” There was a defensive hint to her storm-grey eyes as she looked back over her shoulder at the Titan and his buddy. But then she stepped aside, nodding her permission for the two to approach the grave.
Oct 14, 2017 12:29 PM
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