Bramblepoint The Parting Glass

There was a slight hesitance that came before Sassafras's reply. It was to be expected- she likely thought the worst, and it wasn't too far from the truth. ventually, she gave her answer, and though he doubted very much that she'd do what he asked simply because he made her swear, he hoped she would come to her senses and do the right thing. He nodded vaguely, and pushed himself up slightly, though his head continued to hang low. Weakened and ready to succumb to darkness, he fought valiantly to remain conscious as slowly and laboriously, he began to push himself backwards into the den, into the darkness where lay the corpse of the wolf who had murdered Redhawk Caldera's Peter. Slowly the shadow crept up his shoulders, the coolness running through his fur like icy fingers as he shrank from the daylight into the space that was no longer simply a den. 

It was to be his own tomb. 

As he moved backward, the shadows crept forward, hesitating just a moment above his eyes which turned upwards toward the sunny heavens just once before another shove with his forelegs propelled his tired body back, and the darkness consumed him. He moved until he could feel himself lying against the dark corpse he'd dragged and stowed away in the den, and though he hated to think he would die alongside a wolf who had murdered a pup from their pack, he kenw at least he would remain as a guard to make sure she never hurt another wolf. 

He allowed himself to sink to the ground, laying his head down on the cool earth and looked once more toward the light, before he breathed three words, and sank into darkness. 

"Seal the den."