Stone Circle When the party is over

He was left alone with his children, whom he was still protectively wrapped around. Did they even know what was happening? Did he want them to understand? Or was it better they remain ignorant until they were older, until they could properly comprehend the sacrifice their mother had made. His eyes squeezed shut, his frame shook with his sobs. "What do we do now?" Siarut whispered to his pups, knowing they couldn't understand him. "I'm sorry." He breathed, his breath coming in short shallow breathes.

"God." His eyes opened again, and he watched them as they cowered against him. They were his last connection to her. This was all that was left. His heart broke all over again, torn between unimaginable anger and immense gratefulness. He would never lose her, not completely. But he would be constantly reminded of her. Everyday, whenever he saw his children he would be reminded of what happened today.

He suddenly realized how filthy he was. His pelt was covered in not only their mothers blood, but also the creature that killed her. He flinched, hard. He was coherent enough when he came into to expose his cleaner side to them, but still. He felt as if he was already ruining them, dirtying them. Again he wondered, how can I do this on my own.