Even now, the wolf saw weakness. He lived as an animal and as such had very little compassion for the world. There would be no sorrow for the boy he had once sought to train, to turn into something great. Larkspur would not mourn him or his passing, and felt nothing as he stood before the mangled body he had destroyed. Naniko spoke without looking at him, and Larkspur could not help but release a low growl at her mention of his madness. Had she known this and allowed him to stay? There had never been a time that he thought the boy was capable of violence, but it seemed he was wrong.
Without a word he turned back to the corpse and grabbed it by the nape of the neck. Though taller and ungainly, the boy weighed practically nothing. His secui body dragged it out of the cave and towards the nearest exit. It surprised him when Eris came, telling him that Naniko had asked her to take care of the boy’s burial rights. Reluctant, the salt-and-pepper wolf had made certain they were a fair distance from the caves when he finally dropped the corpse into the snow. He cleaned himself off in the same powder before returning to the cave to take his children elsewhere while the scent of blood still hung in the air.
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