Neverwinter Forest Now turn off all the stars.

It was Caracal, his mom said, and Sable’s voice broke around a high pitched, rasped whine, tucking in his head as Towhee looked at him.

Death wasn’t a foreign concept, not to Sable. The law of the wild was harsh, judgmental, and took no survivors. It was a hard, cruel world. And yet somehow, he’d never thought it would touch him personally. Things died, as they grew, as the world chugged on. But Sable always expected to come back to the same as he’d left.

And now his older brother was gone. He hadn’t been particularly close to him, all thoughts considered, but it was a loss that still hurt. When he thought of Caracal, he thought of the loud, happy island. Of the salt, the sun, the seagulls.

But nothing stays where you leave it.

He’s gone? Sable signed, slowly, trying to take it all in.