Wheeling Gull Isle [m] haiplana

It wasn't relief that came after. At least, not for long. It was panic. Not shame. Not regret either. No. He didn't regret what he had just done to his own mother, he felt fear. Fear that perhaps someone might see what he had done. Fear in the wonder if God would know that he had done this because it needed be done. Yet, he soothed himself it the knowing, God forgives. 

And so, after scrambling backwards and panting with hyperventilating, the young wolf gathered himself back together, grabbed his mother and drug her through the Greenhills to bury her next to his father before her. 

Then, he would leave the island. The Sweetharbor was his sanctuary once. Now, a graveyard of the beautiful family he once had. He walked the path God led him, as always he had.