Greatwater Lake each morning I get up, I die a little

"You and me both," Shale responded, though Murdock was a year his senior. Truly, though, this past year had felt like ten, and he woke up most mornings feeling stiff and chilly as a lake in midwinter--frozen solid, cold to the core.

Mur rose to his feet and trotted away, gesturing for Shale to follow. With a small groan--he felt as if he had been rooted in place, telling that tale to his brother--Shale did so, giving his pelt a compulsive shake as he caught up to Murdock.

"It will be good to have the family back together again, when we find Day," he remarked, casting his amber eyes sideways at Murdock with a smile.

Nothing could replace the Lucy-sized hole in his heart--but the presence of family might come closest.

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