Neverwinter Forest Now turn off all the stars.

Gone.

Gone.

Caracal was gone, and the confirmation burned in his chest. Sable had to look away, green eyes locking onto an ant climbing a blade of grass. The gulls would no longer cry in his older brother’s ears, the sun wound never warm his fur.

Dead and buried with the worms, kid.

Sable shakily focused on his mother again, shaking his head to try and regain his focus.

Not sure. Junior went north, I went south. He was quiet.

I went looking for dad. Nobody’s seen him. Nobody who’ll tell me, anyway.

For just a moment, he prayed to Caracal’s god that at least this sliver of his soul would come home.