Stone Circle Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

Since Burr's death, there had been a silence in the family. The sight, when they had come across the blood and the intestines, it plagued him at night - violent, dark images that haunted his mind when darkness fell. However Mawk did not cease to do his duties, still stuck to his routine of patrols in the early hours of the morning and during the late afternoon. The occasional nightmares hung like a lingering shadow but he did his best to continue onward, a calming stroll aiding in soothing his nerves and settling the dark thoughts. It was a loss that had pained both parents, one that would not ever be forgotten. 

Today he had believed would be simply another day, and as his paws drifted across the snow he found himself taking slow, deep breaths, stilling under the shade of a tree only to breathe, to allow his gaze to wander. The man caught sight of Illecebra, his mate, and remained silent for a moment, watching from afar - it was in his nature to wish to draw closer, to bring whatever comfort he could to this fiery woman, but the flame had been dampened and it was such a heavy loss. After a few heartbeats of hesitation he did start his small journey closer, to close the distance between the pair so that he could embrace her only to pause at the scent of a fox. His brows creased with confusion, moving forward until he could spot his mate cooing at the small creature, the mention of Burr catching like a snare in his chest, and he remained frozen in the snow for a while longer. "C....Cebra?"