Stone Circle Counting days

He would wake up to this.
He'd been waiting for it.
An ultimatum.
Surely, she had dreamed wonderfully of this day.


He saw unhappiness in her eyes.


Every day blurred together after the next. To this day, he did not know how long it had been since Gunnar's passing. Weeks? Months? The concept of time itself left him. Only preying on the prey, behaving as his instincts told him to, sinking his teeth for a momentary understanding of time had fixed it. He believed that was why.
Though, also, he did not care to think of why either.

Why he hadn't apologized.

Was that her train of thought? Why he had not gone to apologize to the creek wolves, who engaged fighting with him, who Gunnar had returned from after no peace had been settled. After tensions had only intensified, and Gunnar collapsed to his death under the stress of it.
So, she wondered, why hadn't he apologized, and why he had not offered himself up to be mauled to death in his sorry, when he already almost was once.


A selfish thing, then, maybe, trying to live. 


He was too exhausted for this.
So, that had been her name.
Blinking through it to try and solidify it in his mind, over and over, he told himself in thought-- Wren.   Wren.   Wren. Like the bird. Had he heard her name before? He wasn't sure. Whatever her versions of events had been, he didn't want to know, but he was sure he did. It didn't matter. The result of this would end the same. His expression stayed the same- slow, calm and listening. His next voice reflected such, too. In that, he decided to spare her the further exhaustion with a simple answer. 
"K."