Whitebark Stream She feels no control of her body She feels no safety in my arms

Father.

Kavik.

Here.

Artyom blinked, his thoughts remaining with that final word. Oh, how he wished he could've prspared himself for this encounter, for this unfair duty that'd so suddenly become his own to shoulder. Here was where the raven was, certainly, but not in the way he'd preferred. Here was where he'd rest for eternity.

"I..." the golden leader started, then faltered. He looked down at his ivory paws for a long pause, anxious as to how he would handle the emotion that was sure to follow. Artyom lifted his dark gaze to look warmly on the obsidian yearling once again, attempted to find her eyes: "I'm sorry. Sickness robbed your father of his life, only recently."