Dragoncrest Cliffs [BWP] A Lyke Wake Dirge

wtf he's so sweet

njord had many years and and experience more under his belt than val did. the boy was silent as his elder spoke, draping a paw around his shoulders and pulling him close. val, ever a creature of physical comfort, seemed somewhat subdued by the closeness. it reminded him of security -- of his maman and chacal.

which in turn reminded him of his fresh grief. no amount of wise words or softly delivered dirges could heal that raw split on his soul. val wondered how it could ever close, not when any time he ventured near to it he felt the wailing of that strange void suck him in.

it wasn't necessarily comforting to him to think life moved on with or without his consent. there were many things he'd want differently. he didn't understand how life could be so callous to those that lived it. he did understand why njord, all those years ago, might have opted to cease his praying to something so indifferent to something as small as a wolf. "okay." val murmured, not truly believing that treasured memories could be a wellspring of healing for those recently bereft. he didn't have many treasured memories of raleska or kaertok -- did that make him a bad brother and person?