Lion Head Mesa benediction

Surely not? Sethnakht's soulmate, his mirror, half of him, leaving? Of course, he had known this day would come. For whatever reason, the twins would have to part ways as they explored their own paths in life. Ordinarily, the parting of people, death or otherwise, would have no effect on the prince.

But not with her. Nothing she could ever do would be pointless. The girl's very breath filled him with life. Seth's youthful mind could not yet comprehend that someday, he may have to look upon her as she lay still and unbreathing.

As he raced to meet with her, paws sending stones skittering out behind him, he left his attendants far behind. Who cared about royal tradition when Sethnakht's world was ending?

"Toula!" His voice, cracking as he called for her, carried out across the Mesa. The divine prince could see her just ahead, draped in white furs and making determinedly for something he could not fathom.

Sethnakht's breath came in short, heavy pants as he came up beside the she-wolf, eyes clouded with so much emotion his small body could hardly contain it. "Sister, I will walk with you." There were many things in their futures that had the capability to drive them apart, but in his selfish ways, Sethnakht could not see what was more important than their bond. "Do you have to go? I cannot come with you. We will be apart for the first time in our lives." He did not hold any false pretenses. This would shatter him, if only for a while. 

Toula would return, but would he be the same as she had left him?