the wind does not relent. it carves through the cliffs, biting at his thick fur, but fenris remains still. the ice beneath him is solid, unyielding, like the weight in his chest.
he watches the sky. clouds shift, dark and heavy, rolling toward the horizon. soon, it will be a year. their mother’s death lingers in the back of his mind like a distant storm, creeping closer with each passing day.
he does not speak of her often. even as a boy, he had been quiet, watching as she bore her suffering without complaint. she had not been weak—no, she had been stronger than any of them. enduring where others would have broken.
his breath leaves in a slow exhale, curling into the frigid air.
he wants to honor her. not just in thought, but in something real.
a hunt, perhaps. a gathering. something that would remind the gods that she had lived, that she had mattered.
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