Moonspear a moving tale

"He was one of us," the dame re-confirmed the Alpha's statement. A weakend soul coming forth to Moonspear as a haven for himself, and even had the hope of the Alpha. It had yet been a week and she met one newer packmate, but would also be the last time she would see this male of an unknown name.

"He had tried," Desdemona started, "so did you," her jaden gaze wandered toward him "but now nature will let him live in peace." She did not know how to console, for there seemed to be regret within the Queen, but was unsure if remorse followed with. Only a few words, could she share. Survival of the fittest, she thought. While they tried, the weak would always perish, as the laws of the land so say. The bastardly wolf thought the words she said within would be inappropriate to speak out-loud, and only hung her head a bit low for condolences to the passing soul.