darkly, darkly

he was greeted by the agouti male who had remained scarce as of late, but lasher could not muster a comment on that front. indeed, he had very little to say, fighting off the grief that threatened to rise and overwhelm him. with dante departed, and though he hoped that the man would return, the pack was in the hands of himself and the willow. they were capable enough, but taltos had come to doubt his capabilities.

slowly he turned a dulled gaze to his companion. "they say that death comes in threes," he muttered, unable to keep the grim words locked away. while he did not believe their leader dead, osprey's trail had faded into ash and oblivion, and he saw no reason to hope that she would return. junior was dead, dante gone, and osprey seemed to have succumbed to the fire. would a luckier hand never touch them again?