Sex: MaleHe had allowed himself time to grieve the loss of not just a father, but a sister too. He had wallowed in it. Through it he had learned to let nature run its course. The world had not ended. Everything still went on like normal. Or as close to normal as his life could be.
With time he realised that the world did not care what he felt, and time would keep moving forward. With him or without him. Tuwile found purpose in that realisation. He could either fight the current and let himself drown, or let himself go with the flow and float to safety.
Basking in the glow of the setting sun, the ghostly boy sat quietly, almost reverently, as he let himself be one with the nature around him. It was peaceful, and he took in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before-THWACK.
Something warm smacked him right on the head, and his breath came out in a raspy and strangled cry as he jumped to his feet. Disorientated, he simply glanced from the rabbit on the ground up to the eagle that was now flying away, staring unblinkingly, wondering if this was this some sort of sign that he had yet to understand.