It wasn't until Conor's soft retreating steps echoed behind him that Weilund realized that perhaps he was incapable of doing this alone. But as nice as Conor truly seemed to be, Eilu had no desire to take up any more of the alpha's time. Conor had said that the two of them would talk later, and Weilund would be content with that.
But as he moved forward slowly with his eyes glued to the ground, the male wondered for the millionth time whether or not he was making a mistake. It was true that whichever family Kol had left behind deserved to know the fate of Elliot, he couldn't deny that.
But since when was it his job to deliver such news? Elliot's death had been agony for Weilund to endure and now he had to go through it over and over again each time he explained it all to another. To see the look that came over their faces, an exact copy of the one that had adorned Weilund's face for days...even weeks. How was this moving on? He wasn't moving anywhere! Instead he was wallowing in the hate and fear, the anger and the sadness all mixed together. Why couldn't any one else have been sent out for this job? Why him? Because you were the last with him. The pack's medic had explained, choosing his words carefully so not to hurt the yearling before him. Weilund had been the last to see Elliot alive because he had been the medic working to save his life. It hadn't worked. And he was all his fault.
He shook these thoughts from his head, wishing his could banish them away forever. But he knew better. They'd be back to entertain him as soon as his mind wasn't occupied by something else. Right now it was the tree house that stood before him. For a few minutes, Weilund couldn't speak. Here it was. Elliot's. There was no doubt about it, his craftsmanship was apparent in every piece of wood. His brother's work had always impressed Weilund on certain level, a kind of level he worked to achieve in everything he made. The tree house was older, he could tell – and it needed a few fixes here and there. The roof, especially. But other than that it was perfect. His heart throbbed painfully as he looked the entire thing over, the male's breathing turning a little harsh. He wasn't capable of speaking just yet so he let the loud clank! of his bag hitting the ground declare his presence.