Ouroboros Spine naungat ⥈

Amalia followed the path meant for her. She tried to keep the spirits up of her pack mates and friends. But there was a sorrow that hung upon them, greater than she ever thought there could be. There was a hole in their hearts that could not be filled.

Kigipigak had left, it was destined. He was a warrior, sometimes they were called from their home fires to lend their bodies and their souls, but now the heart of their tiny pack was gone, and it beat less than it had.

She took the touch from Lestan. If he woud allow, she too would sleep next to him this evening until she found her own place to lay her head. Perhaps she wouldn't. Only time would tell.