Redhawk Caldera We never really lose them

Only if you have time. I can make AW

Amalia had scented @Killdeer among the borders. And though she had only met him once or twice he had left an impression. Just as they all did, those that left. She didn't blame him, how could she. She herself was flighty and sometimes thoughtless. But it did make her more guarded, jaded even perhaps.

Today she was working through the packlands. Green eyes alight on the border. Stopping to scratch and leave fur, and urine. She was doing her best to help where she could. She hadn't known the wolf that lay interred in the ground. So she felt it important that she pick up whilst the others could not.

She took a moment to breathe in and out. Grief was a funny thing. Sharp and painful at first. But it dulled eventually or maybe you got used to it. She wasn't certain. But she had felt it and knew what it was.

So she understood how those among them felt at least in some semblance. It had not been a parent, but grandparent for her.