Blacktail Deer Plateau One With The Dirt

He had bitten Grayday on the muzzle and he had ran out of the den like Howl had asked. Now that the others were gone he was left with the huffs of his breathe. Little streaks of blood ran down his leg, but the adrenaline going threw his veins made it hurt less. The pain her was feeling over Heartha's death made him feel nothing. 

He looked back over to them. To here and the pups. Walking over to the pups he could see theri individuality. One that was white like Heartha, another chocolate like him and the last one black. They were three more lives lost today. To think they had been alive and well only a few hours prior and now Heartha and them had been ripped from Howl's arms.

He picked each one up and brought it to Heartha side. Where they would have been nursing had they still been alive. Then he turned to Hearhta. His dear Heartha, who had made him change how he saw everything in the world. He licked the blood off of her muzzle and tilted her head towards the pups so she could be curled up next to them. They were together, here and else where, he had just been left behind. He kissed her before curling up behind her and resting his head on her side, between her head the the pups. Slow tears running down his face was whines escaped him.

Howl out