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Things mother would have loved to see. And were these? Greyback, her family thriving. The pups she bore each year. One by one, picked away. Where was Leta now, where were West and Newt? They'd left nothing tangible to be remembered by. Only memories, which faded. The stones were all that remained. Even they had come down to crush her.

"I don't know what I'd collect for her," Merrit admitted, "what... sort of things did your mother enjoy?" Perhaps he wasn't thinking concrete enough. Mother had been a hunter, after all. Maybe in hearing the offerings of another, he would know what kind of things he might bring forward to remember her.

Merrit found he grew shy before Kukutux' warmth, or perhaps... softer. "Wise?" He gave her a look from the corner of his eyes. "No. I've done many foolish things," too many to name, and he did not wish to burden her with a list of these. But Kukutux was the first friend he'd found in a while, and someone matured, knowing of the world. He loved Kallik, but there were things he did not share with him. Now, he found himself freely sharing, "in Easthollow we have a Stone Circle. Every wolf is represented by a stone. My mother is..." his mouth flinched, "buried... beneath the Matriarch. Her mate, beneath its husband stone, the Patriarch." It felt nice to speak these things, his culture, he realized, to such listening ears. He couldn't remember doing so before.

"My father left when I was a child. We remember him by the Stone of Lost Souls." He had only started the trail of stone which led away from the circle when the earthquake had struck. Maybe for the best. Merrit did not want any of his family coming back to see what had become of their home. "That is the stone I chose as my Patron," he confessed to her, with a turn of his eyes away from hers, "There are many lost souls... not many, I find, to hope for them."