Dragoncrest Cliffs It holds me tight, this sorrow

Small bedraggled body, moved through the pack lands. A ghost, a wraith, a sadness. And such guilt. It lay heavy upon him, not fo leaving to go with Suzu, no but for not being able to do both. Not being able to save his family, not being able to keep them here. For not being enough.

There was a constant buzz upon his head. Tightening there deep within his soul. His granme's were gone, there were injuries and grief and his heart ached. His body ached. He worked on his own on the Roja den, cleaning out the bad pieces of pine and seaweed and other comfort things. Making it fresh and clean. For when more injuries came. He would put flowers, and sea stars and other such beautiful things upon the graves of his family. And his heart would break over and over again.