Stone Circle Danse Macabre

Steady did his best not to look at the body directly, as it only reminded him of his failure. Instead, the images in his mind were of Althaia, alive and well. He had heard that some wolves believed in some afterlife, that when a wolf died, a part of them went somewhere else so that they could live on in peace. Steady wasn't sure it was true, or if he really believed it, but if it was, he hoped Althaia was there, along with the rest of his lost family.

At Valette's words, Steady craned his neck to look try and look at himself. He couldn't really see, but he could smell, and he smelled like blood and death. Looking back to Valette, he said, I'll come with you. I don't want to go see the pups smelling like I do. He turned to head that way, assuming they would walk side by side. Steady didn't have much to say, as he was still processing this turn of events. What would he say to the pups? How was he going to convince them that he was their parent now? He didn't know.

Fading with yours? Or we can take it to the river! ^_^