Farewell
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  • Setting: Soggy after the rain, Early evening, May 19th
  • Location: Kre'Nertok
  • Form: Secui


  • The ground was wet with the remnant of his heavy rain shrouding the twilight in a crystalline hue that sparkled with the droplets of water held by the light. The golden fields were adorned in jewels, breathtaking in beauty and such a precious treasure to be had by the wolves of these lands. But amidst this treasure, her gaze was passive at best as it swept the lands in blind search of her brood to again find comfort in their presence. The heat of her body had not been doused but was merely turned down just low enough for thought to process and for concern to come wholly about. She had not seen her children for some time, but knew they still lingered. No doubt exploring on their own or playing games to amuse themselves, but the woman became more concerned when during these passing days they came less and less around the den. How her heart hoped to see them now… how she needed to be welcomed by their cherished faces.

    The she-wolf lumbered along burdened by a heavy limp. The gash in her thigh was hardly noticeable within the thick hide of golden fur, but it was well felt with every step begging that little pressure be placed on the fresh wound. Her concern for the pups was so great that she could not look at this wound with fondness for how it came about, but was annoyed that it hindered her stride keeping her from reaching the children with desired expediency.

    Nearing the shadow of the mountain, she lifted her muzzle and sent a call for the pups requesting to be greeted by their loving faces. Just a kiss from each would do, a little nuzzle to assure her that she was still loved by them and knew that they loved her. Yet her anticipation proved to be too highly placed when she saw not excited, but thoughtful expressions break through the shadow of their home. Both stood as they were encouraged to upon their four legs, but upon their backs were satchels crafted by her own paws, wafting the scent of dried meat as it was played by the wind. It was only then that the woman noticed the mountainous bison loitering near the den, scuffing the ground with ashen hooves as he grazed. Waiting.

    X’yrin felt her heart miss a beat as her eyes again returned to the pair and realization donned without a word from either. She stood frozen still, head, tail and all weighed down by the disheartening notion of what was taking place. Now them… why them? When she had given her all to care for and love them, why not would they leave her when this very pack had been built for them? For the future they represented… Where had she gone wrong? What had she done to drive them away? So many questions were left unasked as both fear and shock held her lips sealed. But how her eyes begged for an explanation and shown in silent want for an answer. Her precious children, her undeniable loves… why were they leaving? Why would they not stay?

    Even in her state of shock, she could feel their soft touches within her sopped fur. They were the nuzzles of farewell but held the engraving scent of a promise. She had taught them well the ways of the Nomad in never uttering a word of ‘goodbye’ but offering a promise to meet again. Soft though fleeting, this was their promise in the form of such tender affections the woman was too prideful to acknowledge with tears and mournful sounds. She instead growled softly in understanding, placing a small promise of her own upon their brows. Her heart had yet to start beating again at its normal rhythm but once it began again, it was a terribly painful sensation that brought the beast to her belly to curl and hide away her agony from the setting sun. There was pain in loss. In the loss of love, in the loss of her children. When would it end and when at last would she find peace? She did not understand why the ancestors turned her down this path like this and she dared not question their reasons. But it hurt so much… it hurt her heart so profoundly that she wished for a moment she could be numb to this pain and slip into an undisturbed repose. Just long enough to gather her strength… just long enough to allow the pain of loss ebb away…




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