Stone Circle Bitter

Stone crumbles before him, wearing a frown that seems so out of place on Ira’s typical composure. Although it is not distracting enough for Evergreen to waste more than a moment of surprise. His grief still holds the majority of his emotions, and it sits at the forefront. Explaining exactly what happened leaves the bear broken further, as it brings up memories that are unable to forget. Details that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

“He… his scent,” Evergreen says, trying to calm his breathing and yet failing, all he wishes to do is unleash the tears threatening to pour from his eyes. “He smelled of other wolves, and was around the size of Greyback.” Larger than Evergreen, stocky. Enough to definitely put up a fight, even if he weren’t a great warrior. The bear barely defends his own life, and pays the price with a permanently damaged eye.

Ira presses her nose to him, and the comfort is appreciated. His fur, however, stands on end as she promises the male won’t get off so easily “next time”. “Ira… no, I don’t… want a “next time”. Thistle…” He chokes on a sob. “Thistle died. I can’t… lose others,”—you—“too. Please.”