Stone Circle you shoulda kept your pretty mouth shut

referencing this thread

Her sorrow was physical, the grief that fueled her movement’s, the shake in her joints and the gasping for air, were abundantly clear. Siarut couldn’t help but look away, giving her a moment. He didn’t have to imagine her pain, as he had felt the same… the longing ache of a loved one ripped to soon from your grasp. No, Siarut didn’t have to imagine such anguish.

When he green gaze returned to the speckled girl, there was pity in his expression. Lips pursed tight, eyes scrunched slightly in concern. But Siarut knew the girl, Lainie was very much alive. Her name murmured through the pack, as all new arrivals monikers did.

Siarut wasn’t a man often filled with emotion and was acutely aware that his words very seldom helped in these kinds of circumstances. “Perhaps…” Siarut nodded to her words, dead, year perhaps they were, perhaps this was a very strange and very cruel coincident of similar names. “Or perhaps you only thought them to be.” He offered her the thoughts that had escaped him when his mate had magically been restored to him just over a year ago. When Nanook had suddenly appeared before him, and he thought her a ghost.