Stone Circle When it is time to close my eyes

Fig heard the call, but he did not go to answer it. He knew what it meant, of course. But it was for Tauris to attend while he stayed behind with their children who he deemed simply too young to see what was left behind when the soul left the body.

There was much he wanted to shelter them from, for their whole lives if he could. If he only could.

The pack would not see him, but still he attended with the raising of his voice—a call of mourning and sympathy that sang low through the trees, across the grasses and rocks and waters that made up his home. He sent it to the pack, and to the woman he loved. He was there.