Ouroboros Spine avaalaruk ⋕

For the third time in his duration at Moonglow did tragedy strike. In many ways these wolves were still strangers to him; as he was to them. But it was as he watched the moonwoman prepare to bury her own daughter did the enormity of the sorrow dawn upon him. Not of just Ariadne and Kannoyak, but of the previous deaths.

Death songs had been sung previously. They would begin again. Songs that he did not know the words to but finally understood the intent. He had no place in singing them, but in the following days to come Kyrell would offer himself however he could. Be it to assist in collecting materials or in breaking earth, he would be present if desired. It was the least he could do.