Whispers to an empty wind

@Scarlett

The glacier for which the pack gained it's name was just as majestic as she had heard tell of from her mother. Even the thought of her mother made shivers run down her spine and the images of red stained earth and the caterwauls of the wildcats who had caught her parents unawares. Her siblings she presumed dead as well or long gone into the wilderness.

The mid morning sun light up the ancient waterfall of ice, shimmering with colours far beyond those around her and she was entranced by the simple beauty she beheld within the ice. It distracted her from the beating of her heart, muted the anxious and damning words each beat sent through her.

Your fault.

Your fault.

She's dead.

Because of you.

They all are.

But it was true. It was all true and she knew it. For she had ventured out of their unscented area, drawn attention to their previously safe den and she could only watch from the shadows as wild cats and lynxes destroyed everyone she held dear in the world. She had drawn them in and she would never forget that, not as long as she lived. Even if she found another family, how could she guarantee they would be safe? Maybe she was cursed, if all she loved and all who loved her died.