Chimera Fields gold heart; silver tears

Shrike didn't answer the boy; not because he didn't have the words to satisfy the boy's demand, but because he knew, as he watched with a solemn gaze, that those words weren't meant at all. He seemes to surprise himself with his words, and Shrike's quiet gaze softened, and he closed his eyes when the boy apologized, giving the boy a nod to show that no harm had been done. He understood the boy's frustration- he knew what loss felt like, and how unfair it could be. Cypress and Allure were both lost in the labyrinth of grief, not knowing which way to turn- to sadness, or anger, or confusion. All paths led in the direction of some horrible emotion, which would send them searching for another path. Only time would light the way to happiness again. 

Allure's touch to his shoulder did not go unnoticed, and while Cypress said goodbye to Scimitar and Eshe, he leaned over to place his chin atop her forehead, lingering there for a moment without saying a word. There wasn't anything he could say to make her feel better at the moment- and he doubted he'd ever have the appropriate words to say. He hoped his presence would be enough, at least for the time being. 

Once Cypress had said his goodbyes, and turned to leave, Allure did so as well, with the silent guardian at their heels, to shepherd them back to the pack, maintaining his place as a protective gesture, lest the bears return. He would follow them in silence, noting each stumble, and the hitch of every breath, his own heart leaden with sorrow.