Taen Shores, this was Naracion’s final destination. Each and every muscle in his body screamed out to him. He was beyond exhausted. From the forest in the free lands, Naracion had headed north until he came to the shores, then headed as far east as he could. His journey to escape and get as far away from his rapist, and sister’s murder had brought him to Arwen’s lands. It was not his aunt Arwen, but her daughter, and being that their father was not his uncle, Ammy, Arwen and her siblings were not his blood cousins, unlike his aunt’s first liter.

The eastern shoes of Arwen’s pack, Galen, their shores where lined with trees with a thin strip of beach along the edge of the waters. Naracion made his way to the waters, gently he rolled his sister’s corpse off his back and he collapsed in the soft sands of the small beach. He closed his eyes, and allowed his body to get some rest. He believed he was safe, for now. There was no way those brutes could follow his trail so far. A shudder of fear ran down his back in rememberance. The feelings of being pound into, having his insides ripped out of him, watching the life fade from his sister’s eyes.

Nara covered his muzzle with his paws and a soft whine escaped his maw. So much had happened in such a short amount of time. Relaxing slightly, Nara let his paws drop beside his head, his cyan hues glanced at the waters inches from his nose. Sniffing slightly, the scent of the water made his mouth feel dry and his throat constrict. Groaning, Nara pulled his legs under him and carefully lifted himself up off the ground. It took a lot more effort than he thought it would. He was more exhausted than he’d originally thought.

Licking his dry lips, the small brute dipped his head down and lapped up the waters greedily. The coolness of the water quenched his thirst and rejuvenated some energy in him. He sighed softly once he’d drink his fill, and looked over towards his sister’s corpse. Sadness filled his cyan hues as he slowly patted up beside her. “Oh Gwen…You did not deserve this.” 'and neither did you.' A voice whispered in the back of his mind; Tears filled his orbs as he plopped himself beside her body, he nuzzled his face into her cream colored fur. Disgust crossed his facial expression as he smelt the smell of him on her, mixed with her blood. He could barely smell her normal scent on her. It deeply saddened him. Sighing, Naracion picked himself up and turned away from her body. Backing his ears slightly, the small cream colored brute walked into the forest, and once he’d found a good spot, he started to dig.

The soil was luckily, soft, and it made it easier for him to dig into the earth with his blunt claws. He dug slowly, and he dug for a long time, until the hole was large enough for him to bury his sister within it. Luckily, she was small just like him, which made it all the more easier once more. However, emotionally it was not easy at all. To dig the grave of someone you loved so dearly, no, that was not easy.

Crawling out of the shallow hole, Naracion made his way back towards the shoes and grabbed his sister’s scruff and proceeded into dragging her into the forest and into the hole he’d dug for her. Crawling out of it once more, he stood there a couple levels above her and looked down upon her, sadness in his hues. “Good bye, Laerwen, Rest in peace.” He murmured softly and he began to cover her with the freshly dug up dirt he’d dug out to make the hole. He took his time burying her as well, he found no rush in this process and he had all the time in the world.

Once he was finished, he padded the dirt down tight, so no one could come and easily dig her corpse up. Once packed down, he lied upon the mound and sobbed softly. He could openly and willingly let himself mourner now that he had the time to settle down and really just stop and think. His sister was dead; he would never see her again. “Mom, Dad, Uncle, Aunt, please, take care of Laerwen.” He sniffled nuzzling his face in his leg, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Furrowing his brows, the cream colored brute picked himself up once more and headed back towards the shoes and he entered the waters, deciding to use this time to wash out his fur. Dirt, mixed with blood and saliva washed out of his fur and into the water. He used the rocks by the shoe to scrub his fur unmatting it and pulling out clumps of dirt and blood mixed into his fur. Once he was done bathing, he shook out his fur best he could and plopped down by the water and closed his eyes, sleep would take over him and he could finally get some rest. His legs hurt, and his backside was bruised along with his pride, and his heart was torn and battered along with his spirit. Finally, at last, he could rest.