Amelie was one of the very last members left in the meeting site. Though both opposing parties had left --carrying with them the fragmented pieces of their beliefs-- Amelie remained still, her feet rooted to the ground where the imaginary family portrait that had held them together, shattered into nothing. Though there was no doubt in the yearling's mind of who she would follow, it pained her to see the fall out.
As Peregrine turned tail, few wolves, the female present at Sun Spark's burial for instance hovered behind him; as if he had a magnet stuck to his bottom. She watched her leave with hollow eyes, though she had never exchanged a word with her, the scene of her departure was saddening to the young charcoal girl.
As they dissapeared into the distance, Amelie's eyes fell on the sad silver wolf left, that Finley had left behind. Their eyes met for a brief moment and though they had not met either, an unspoken 'im sorry' travelled from her heart to his.
Then like another couple of wolves, Dante included, he got up and trotted down the opposite direction. Amelie looked at the ground once more, her eyes tracing the leaf covered flooring as if were a murder scene. It did surely feel like one; the air was heavy and dense and scattered around the floor were the invisible pieces of the Plateu's wolves hearts.
