Silvertip Mountain Don't look now

Chaska laid on his belly, the tip of his paws dipping into the water. The moonlight reflected off, giving light to his face. It blinded him a little, but only just enough to make him squint a bit. His ears folded a bit. This was getting to really touchy subjects. His tail stilled, hugging his rear right leg.

Chaska noticed the cold touch to her words. As if she did not care much for her family. And her words confirmed that. "Family is what I miss. Lost like ashes in the wind." His ears fell to the sides of his head.

"I too wish I could have been stronger...I could have saved them..." he paused for a moment and sighed, unsure of how to go on. "But now, I have come to terms with it. Because I hold onto something from him. From my mother. And with that, she lives on in me...Tell me, what do you have of your brothers? If you hold onto that, then he lives on." That was his way to remain connected to his family. By holding onto one thing.

This took me little while to write. I seriously could not think of what to put down