As persistent as this budding life was, a quite literal internal nudge constantly pulling her towards a new future, Lore had not prepared themselves for such fate.
This wasn’t to say there was no lack of effort. They had chosen a spot further out from a hustle and bustle they’d yet to truly see. They’d hastily prepared a nursing den in an almost mindless fashion. Guided only by instinct and whispers from ghosts who, in these moments, she’d long to be in the presence again.
A robotic state of mind readied her, yes, but it had not prepared her. Perhaps, no, surely if faces from the past were with her now this stepping stone would feel easier to cross.
Star was what remained of what once was. They cried for him early in the mourning, throughout the day. Through the pain that ripped through her as evening came.
“@Star…” Their voice reduced to nothing more than a whisper come late that night. Weary eyes looked to the entrance of the cramped burrow, then slowly to the tiny, crying babe at their side.
This wasn’t to say there was no lack of effort. They had chosen a spot further out from a hustle and bustle they’d yet to truly see. They’d hastily prepared a nursing den in an almost mindless fashion. Guided only by instinct and whispers from ghosts who, in these moments, she’d long to be in the presence again.
A robotic state of mind readied her, yes, but it had not prepared her. Perhaps, no, surely if faces from the past were with her now this stepping stone would feel easier to cross.
Star was what remained of what once was. They cried for him early in the mourning, throughout the day. Through the pain that ripped through her as evening came.
“@Star…” Their voice reduced to nothing more than a whisper come late that night. Weary eyes looked to the entrance of the cramped burrow, then slowly to the tiny, crying babe at their side.
July 04, 2024, 11:18 PM
The Starwatcher was no midwife. He'd learned a little of the ways of medicine from his mentor, and a little of the needs of pregnant wolves just by watching his own mother dutifully bring forth new lives with each new season. His siblings; he'd thought of them when the Lorekeeper had first called for him, wondered briefly if they were dead. He'd wondered if his mother had dared another litter, or if she'd realized by now that new lives would only feed the ravenous sickness which had swallowed so many of their kin. Or if she, too, was dead.
Only for a moment.
Then there was no more time for his grief, no more time for anything but the future suddenly happening all at once. It was time. He would be a father. He wasn't ready. Lore needed him. Through the panic, only that thought stayed: Lore needed him. His oldest and dearest friend, bound to him now in blood. They had started this together — and they would see it through just the same.
The sun rose and fell. The hours brought with them the realization that there was very little he could do, in the end. Mostly, he held her.
Star was away when they called for the final time. He'd been fetching water, but at the soft sound of Lore's voice his task fell forgotten. He slipped back to the den in a silent panic. His eyes dropped at once, and —
A tiny flurry of movement broke the peace; a cricket bounced from where it'd hitched a ride in Star's ruff to sit beside the prophesied child. He let out a soft breath, smiling a little through his tears.
Only for a moment.
Then there was no more time for his grief, no more time for anything but the future suddenly happening all at once. It was time. He would be a father. He wasn't ready. Lore needed him. Through the panic, only that thought stayed: Lore needed him. His oldest and dearest friend, bound to him now in blood. They had started this together — and they would see it through just the same.
The sun rose and fell. The hours brought with them the realization that there was very little he could do, in the end. Mostly, he held her.
Star was away when they called for the final time. He'd been fetching water, but at the soft sound of Lore's voice his task fell forgotten. He slipped back to the den in a silent panic. His eyes dropped at once, and —
Oh.Star fell to his elbows, creeping toward the tiny pale bundle as if any false move might shatter the newborn into a thousand pieces. He pressed his nose to the tiny forehead. Outside the den, the world was silent save the song of crickets.
A tiny flurry of movement broke the peace; a cricket bounced from where it'd hitched a ride in Star's ruff to sit beside the prophesied child. He let out a soft breath, smiling a little through his tears.
@Midnight Cricket.
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