The Sunspire Out Like A Light

A snarl of anger burst like a solar flare from the yearling.
Derg stood stoic. Unfeeling.
Unflinching.

He propped himself up like a house on a scaffold. Unsteady and broken. Full of rage and desperation.
Made for a lousy fight, especially when damaged.
He knew the sort of promise though. The one he had made to Keen.
He lurched forward, and Derg held fast, waiting for the body slam, the sharp rip of teeth. But he slumped at his feet, slithering down his chest dejectedly.
"Gaisgeach briste​," he started in his Mother tongue, "you can't keep all promises you make."

Life was hard, and he knows that young Valour already knew that, but not everything.
Friends and family die.
Derg lowered his head to Valour, "He will forever be with you. We will find the body and bury him where you wish...if you need." Derg didn't know how Clay died. Only that he had. He felt for the boy, but showing it was something he wasn't very good at. He'd get better, hopefully.