Moonspear for the realm

The stillness of the mountain was an unusual thing to feel now. Where tension had mounted an attack to the integrity and strength there was nothing. A particular void of emotions that settled onto him well in the solitude that he had found. He had left Hydra to mourn and reunite with her sisters, to give them all the space that was needed. Arcturus may have suggested that they were all very much family, but there was a resolute schism between bodies once again, and for a different reason altogether.

Along one curling branch belonging to a stream, Dirge drank from its cool waters. The weather seemed to mourn the change that had come to their little world as well; rain had fallen steadily already today, with little sign in changing any time soon. It did not bother him, being tucked away in the timber like he was, but he fretted over the dampness all the same. Though inexperienced in the changes that Hydra was going through, he imagined that her time was not far off at all. She'd found her whelping den after all in what seemed one of the last crucial components of her to-do list.

And then, all of this happened.

A sigh left him as he licked the last traces of water from his jaw.