Stone Circle This life isn't romantic or free, there's no path to anything that makes any sense

@Arlette for whenever you have time, i don't mind waiting any length of time :)

forward dated to june 13, 2020

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They were hungry again, and of course their cries felt like a physical attack on his heart. Not wanting them to suffer for his inability, he relinquished his spot tightly wrapped around them to Valette. It was one of those days, where he was having trouble looking at Val. Guilt ate away at him, anger too, and insecurity. He was perpetually anxious that either; something might happen to her and he would have to slowly watch his children die, or that she was suddenly going to realize he wasn't fit to do this and finally run him out of dodge. And then he grew angry, but more afraid. Afraid that in someway he was tainting Nanook's memory by somehow replacing her with Valette. As if they were so easily interchangeable.

Without a word to Valette, Siarut exited the den. Of course not going far. And he wasn't surprised to find Arlette had accompanied her mother on this gloomy day. It had been raining for the past three days. Perhaps even the heavens wept for his mate. The old anaanatsiaq's back home had often spoken of untimely deaths affecting the weather and the mood of the spirits. Regardless, Siarut took a hesitant step toward the young woman. Clearing his throat as he approached. He wasn't sure if he could offer her any conversation, but before he could stop himself he realized he didn't want to be alone. The idea made him pause. He was stronger than that. He was used to a solitary lifestyle. Or at least he had been. Siarut shook his head, and stopped unsure whether he should continue or turn back.