Silvertip Mountain Another road to travel

Chaska bolted to the scene. There it was, happening all over again. Or so he thought, until he arrived. Only one had died. But he felt no relief in this. For the one who had fallen was what he saw as a friend. A great friend, who had given him shelter and shown kindness. And all he had done to repay his efforts was tell stories. 

He didn't want to look at him, his friend who had now passed on. Too much sorrow was building up. All those emotions resurfaced, they would drive him to depression. He didn't want that. Then he recalled the others, how they must have felt. For them, he would stay alive. They were all a pack, and no matter what, he would do everything in his power to protect what was left. 

He slowly trotted over and placed his muzzle against what was left of his alpha. "Goodbye, my friend..." Then, he raised his muzzle to the sky and lee a sorrowful howl.

So much sadness in one thread