It’s snowing again.
And the ground surrounding me that was once covered in red, is now pure-white once more.
I think I’m cold.
I know my body is shaking.
But again.
I don’t move.
Someone places a blanket over me, others place food and water down.
The Elites come, mourning their loss as I feel furs surrounding me, and I assume they turned wolf to keep me warm.
Wolves like the contact as they all lay around me, but I don’t feel a single thing, even as Runa whimpers and whines inside of me.
I look at the darkened ground in front of me.
The snow never covers that bit, like it knows it needs to be seen.
A reminder of who was there before it.
I think it’s another day now.
I blink, and the food is changed along with water skins.
Wolves no longer circle me, but that’s okay.
I like the silence.
Silence will let me know if I can hear him.
If I hear his footsteps.
I look at the dark patch, my fingers stiff but they twitch.
I lean forward, a blanket falling off my shoulders and I place my hand atop it.
Trying to sense him.
Feel him.
But my shoulders slump.
Because I feel nothing at all.
I look over the carving that I found in our cave.
It's wonky, chunks are missing, but the two wolves intertwined, wrapped around each other is another stark reminder of what I lost.
Why Darius made this for me, only to make it hurt every time I look at it, I don’t know.
Did he know he would have to take the rogures below? Has he known all along?
I shake my head at the questions I don't have answers to, and I port to just outside of Eridian where the lilk trees are.
Spring is here.