Arrow Lake What are people but deaths that haven't happened yet?

vercingetorix's presence was noted but unaddressed; mahler respected the man for not trusting hims straightaway. it was what he too would have done, if this was his own brood and the former seawolf still very much a stranger. lowering the broad heaviness of his muzzle, he nosed across the downy hairs of dragomir's tiny head as the boy sought to map the planes of his chest.
there had been a time he had held his own children like this; why why why did thoughts of them always arise these days? the gargoyle knew the reason; the stab of anguish in his chest was no less sharp for the understanding. three of them there had been, fine and hale as this boy and his sister were. such a bad end they had met, an unfair end. but memories remained, and one such was how they had lain against his chest.