Silvertip Mountain I'm past being hungry

The boy watched from the shadows as the wolves devoured his mother. Peice by peice she became unrecodnisable, a corpse of someone he once knew. His whole life he had been surrounded by death. Everyone was gone. His Father, his sister, his brother and now the Mother he had come to adore. He sat trembling as they dug into her flesh, ripping her apart as if she meant nothing to them. For once in his life, the boy was terrified to his very core. Would they eat him too? Frightened thoughts invaded his mind until his throat began to tighten, making it hard to breath as the chomped on his mother. If he died too, would they tear him apart? He did not want to be eaten, they had gotten his mother and now there was nobody to protect him. Stoic would have to protect himself. Stumbling over his own feet, the boy ran. Tears swelled in his eyes as tried limbs rushed as fast as they could away from the scene. He could not watch.

At long last, he was alone. Away from the family of beasts he had once felt safe with. He wanted his Mother. All at once, he could not contain it. He sobbed, tears streaking down the furs of his face to his the ground below; one after the other. The stubborn boy had never wailed to much before, and had never dared to do it infront of his sister. Otherwise she most likely would have seen him weak and sit on him again. But she was gone too, and he now begged for her to return so he could give her one last hug. "Addie... Sol..," Between sobs he called for them, burying his head between his paws. "Mama..." He looked to the sky, as if searching for her within the clouds he knew she could be. But he wanted her back. The boy was still just a boy. And all boys needed their Mothers.

stoic exits.