Stone Circle Time to say goodbye

[table width=80%][tr][td]A grim day had approached at last. Calloon knew that The Wise Ones would soon bring devastation upon the land he lived after what he had done, but to think it was someone else's suffering he had to witness he would've never expected. the Wise Ones were cruel in that way; killing Calloon for his impure behaviour was more a blessing than a curse, even though he did not wish to perish. He had already seen his sister's death - why must they bring him more pain by killing off others he cherished or looked up to?! The ghostly boy had a raging fire within him; a feeling of pure hatred that was awfully foreign to him. He wished to live a peaceful life; he wished for others around him to not drop as flies in the dying moments of the year. And to think he had actually believed that things were looking up for him after all he had gone through.

When the alpha female's call rang through their territory, Calloon could've sworn the world around them turned dead quiet. A mournful cry - one that made ravens flutter in fear and rodents cower back into their holes. A cry so soul-shaking that Calloon felt it deep in his golden heart and he casted his gaze down upon the earth in which he had once believed. In a fit of panick and sadness did he rush to the scene, taking his submissive position next to his mourning packmates. Steady had been a great figure of importance and grace in his young life. He had not deserved this - nor had his mate or any of them for that matter. The ghost whined a sad song without a real tune as he sniffled Steady's body carefully - respectfully - as a final goodbye. He wanted to comfort the cache queen then, but he did not know how...[/tr][/td][/table]