Stone Circle Exitlude

There was nothing he could say or do to make the grief leave. He felt as if a leaden balloon had settled on his chest. His nose felt wrong and full. His eyes always dripping with wet. There was a pain, such a deep pain in his chest. Other's tried. They tried to make him feel better, but it always felt hollow, wrong. Because the only thing that would make this better was Fadir's presence and it was gone. The den even felt a little less warm. There was not a small laugh for his antics, or anyone to look down upon him with eyes a mirror of his own. His mother was subdued. Astrid was just angry and precious Kristjan and Ujurak. They tried so hard to be strong, but Sven he didn't want to be strong. He wanted to be weak and cry and sob and wail. But how.

He nosed his mother's side, fresh tears against his cheek fur again. Only with time fadir had said. Oh he believed him now.