Stone Circle When the party is over

The approach of West Tyree went unnoticed. Siarut didn't care. With the solid belief that his whole family had been slaughtered while he had spent the day away from them, Siarut had no other care in the world. He hardly realized his own sobs, or the shake that had set in, or his difficulty breathing. He didn't care.

But strangely one sound rocked him. Once call he picked up. Only because it didn't makes sense where it was coming from. Inside the den. His children weren't old enough to make such a sound, regardless of how much they tried. Slowly it dawned on him, Valette was coming to visit. The blood had masked her scent, but it was easier to pick up now that he truly thought about it. Confused and heartbroken, Siarut lifted his red rim gaze from his mates body. Swallowing roughly, he shakily got to his feet. Unable to mentally prepare himself to see what he could only assume was Valette's dying form.

But as his head crested the entrance, he was greeted with a miracle. The small whimpering of his child brought forth his own. "You're alive." He murmured. Scanning Valette quickly for injury, before focusing on his youngsters. "Come here. Come on. I'm here." Only a step into the dark den, he lowered himself to the ground. Wanting to be as close to them as he could. He couldn't bring himself to smile, but there was a little less tension between his shoulders. He couldn't look at the Matriarch. To emotionally distressed to think about communicating. He dreaded anything she might say, and almost hoped she wouldn't say anything.