Silvertip Mountain Another road to travel

FitzDutiful was in his way to see Zaria and the pups. He had been out for the day, hunting some small game for them to all eat. The pups were getting so big already, a month or so they were just beginning to eat regurgitated meat: something he hoed would please Zaria. They were less dependant on her now. She was able to get more time to herself though they had yet to have time to themselves as a couple. Trotting along he was thinking how proud she would be of him. FitzDutiful wasn't a dedicated hunter but he had managed to procure three fresh hares for the quad of puppies.

He was maybe two minutes away from the pup den when his head began to hurt again. It had been on and off for the past few weeks but he was pretty sure it was just a series of migraines; he put down the meat and stopped for a moment. Shaking his head he looked up, hoping to see some of his children playing at the den entrance like they often did.

Suddenly it was as if a hammer hit his head, massive pain erupted from the front right of his forehead and he yelled in such agony. It probably sounded as if he was being ripped open by any attacker. Such pain he had never experienced before in his life.

Then it stopped.

Slowly, his body swayed from left to right. It swayed one way, then the other, then back to the left before falling over completely. He was still now, free from pain and trauma and would know no more worldly pain.

His soul would follow his family for the rest of his days, watching and protecting them; rooting for them in all things they did. Never would he judge them for he had judgment no more; he would ever understand them and love them for being who they were.