The necklace he wore grew heavy on his neck, it weighed him down as he heart began to break and his chest clenched and tightened. His hand went to the metal sun that he wore, that his mother had given him. It was all he had of her, and it would be all he ever did if she died in the AniWayan's grip. They fought, Kansas said the words. He thought for a moment; who had died on the Dreamer's side? Others could have passed, defending their home as well as their leaders and family. Alder looked away, eyes closed and he fought against the tears that thoughts of his mother brought him.
He began to shake his head. All the phases of grief flowed through him at once, denial, anger, sadness... He didn't know how to feel and what to think and he even had a hard time believing the white wolf. It was a horrible feeling, having his mother in this state and he felt incapable of digesting it. Who? Who do you have?His voice was solid, less enraged and not as deflated as it had once been. There was no one that was a valuable in his mind, there was no one that could ever be as important in his world. His hand moved away from the sun and back to his side were they both became fists, he then looked back to the blue eyes wolf. This was all impossible, impossible to believe and impossible to solve.
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