Qeya River Twilight

Their voices were once all he'd prayed for, their presence, all he'd hoped for - but a vital piece was missing.

Sheep Killer. Ksura. He'd become a part of this people, and his blood burned at mother's eyes staring back at him from whatever world eclipsed her.

He still didn't know what had happened to her, what had made this place swarm with so many foreign wolves who knew mom as blank space and dad as something else. He only knew Ash Star was gone.

He pieced together the rest.

But how much was true? That could only be answered by the man who sought him out, and Darrow clung to the hope that when he saw him, he would find Ash Star standing by his side, or her scent clinging to his pelt. But Ksura was alone, and starfire burned in his belly.

What the bloody-hell happened, dad? came the youths sharp greeting, why are you Sheep Killer now? Who are these wolves? And where's mom.

He squared off in front of his father and swallowed back the burn of tears. His eyes steeled, instead, and his body followed suit - even if all he wanted to do was collapse into his father's chest and sob with him forever.

;__; I'm sorry