Stone Circle Well, I've been afraid of changing

Nothing. Sprang to his tongue, but he couldn't utter the words. Nanook wasn't nothing. She was everything. She was his whole life. So to dismiss her death simply wasn't something he could do. Instead he swallowed the word, his heart quickened and he forced himself to breath. Silence settled between them, as Siarut calmed himself silently. Trying not to let on how much he was struggling, Siarut cleared his throat and turned his gaze away from Takiyok. "You look sick Takiyok. Do you need help?" He purposefully ignored the question. Their last conversation had been full of death as well, he was in no rush to break the ignorant bubble his sister was currently in. Keeping his grief to himself for a couple more moments. Of course he would have to tell her, and he would. But first he needed to play the older brother. If only to pretend everything was normal between them. With everything else going on, he needed to remember she was always there to be his little sister. To help him feel strong, even though he never had been. It was his honour to have such a strong sister to keep him upright.

"I haven't checked the caches nearby, but I'm sure there is something to spare." After Valette had forced him to step down, pretty much confining him to his den Siarut had shut out anything to do with the pack. He couldn't find it in himself to care. Of course, had he still held the title Emissary he knew the opposite might be true. If Valette had given him the option, he knew he would be on patrol right now and he wouldn't spend any time at his den. Because it still smelt like her. She lingered, as a flash whenever he closed his eyes. A phantom. A silvery woman covered in her own blood. Haunting his dreams. Siarut hadn't slept since it happened. Unable to face her. The couple minutes his body had forced on him had ended with him screaming. He was slowly unraveling, and it still wasn't clear if anyone aside from his deceased mate could truly put him back together.