Duskfire Glacier The day you died, it all went to hell.

Title is crap, 'cause I suck at them. Also the thread is not mandatory, but I just wanted to post something so that people can have their toon talk out on what to do next/where to go. Others are welcome to cameo who have different plans with their toons and are heading off in a different direction :) @Hawthorn @Rose @Tulip @Heartha  Kieran Adrien and @Aurora Artemis @Cosmos other than that AW

It always seemed to happen in threes. Ever since the loss of the Glade to the band of wolves led by the night colored male named, Reek, the court had endured a gruesome journey in relocating to Duskfire Glacier and just for Sylvas to watch it all fall apart once again. The republic had fallen due to lack of members and those previous seemed to have disappeared, even his own daughter, Sorrel had vanished once again, but the main cause for the mercenary's grief was the haunting and awful sight of Eden's corpse. Sylvas had come across her lifeless form on his patrol and he found himself unable to move, his eyes tightly shut as he managed to abruptly turn away from the mangled sight before him. He felt cold and slowly the mercenary could feel his spirit within, breaking as he desperately tried to regain his composure. 

She was gone. Eden was....dead. Confusion and sorrow, mixed with anger began to surge through the male, his golden eyes gleaming as he fought back the tears that threatened to run down his furred cheeks. How? Why? Did she accidentally...fall? So many questions, but would he ever get the answers?

A low rumble grew within the mercenary's throat as he briefly pushed the sadness away, amber eyes searching the terrain as he took a couple of deep breaths. 'I can't let the children see her like this..' Sylvas thought, eyes closing once more as he let out a soft whimper, large paws quickly taking him to a nearby bush, jaws opening as he clamped his teeth shut around one of the many leaf covered stems. After a few seconds of pulling at the thick plant, it eventually snapped off, allowing Sylvas to drag what he could to temporarily cover the cold, mutilated body of his mate. He stood quietly, observing the concealed form of his wife, brown ears pinned to his skull as his tail hung low behind him. 'What do I do now?' The lone male thought, his heart sinking heavy as he thought of what to tell his son and the others, if the others were still around at all, that is. Looking back to her bloodied form, Sylvas whined and gradually began to dig, pushing his paws deep into the dirt. He knew couldn't leave her like this, out in the open and so the only option was to bury her. 

His large paws ached as the hours passed, though he had finally finished. The brute stopped, panting loudly as allowed himself to slump down upon his haunches, a defeated sigh escaping his lips as he looked around at the land before him, eyes slowly returning to the mound that now concealed his departed wife. His mind still couldn't believe it and Sylvas' head hung low, eyes closing as he took a moment to recover from the arduous task of making a grave. As he peered to the mound, Sylvas knew they, or rather he couldn't stay here any longer. But where would they go? Wearily, Sylvas lifted his head to the sky, his throat vibrating smoothly as he allowed his howl to ring out across the glacier, calling to those still present within the once claimed lands.