@Athena @Cernan @Aleister @Neha
Dated 12/03 - light snow, mid day.
This thread is the discovery of @Anthem's death, per Hex's character will. Not entirely sure about the logistics of location but let's all say Rogue Outcrop is close enough to Lost Lake for the pack to hear Nathaniel's howl.
For a couple of months now, Nathaniel had essentially been alone. From the night he had let go of Primrose to @Angele choosing to part ways with them, claiming to need time alone in order to 'find herself,' to Anthem's unexpected disappearance, combined with his own self-imposed isolation, he found himself even more miserable than he had been before. More so now than ever the expansive forests beyond the mountain pack he'd been chained to called to him, yet still he was mired and unable to pursue the freedom he longed for. Because certainly, his siblings were coming back, weren't they? They had to. They had both been so dedicated to the Veusain domain, to spending the rest of their lives in service of this pack, and he hadn't known either of them to be so fickle as to up and leave. Not as he had been. Certainly, he'd always been the weakest of them all. If he could stay, surely they had the strength to return.
Yet Anthem had never breathed a word to any of them, and the moment he'd been gone long enough to be classified as missing, and not a single pack mate nor the leaders could recall anything having been said to them about his departure, red flags had been raised within his head. As time passed, and it become more and more likely that something was keeping Anthem from the pack, that something bad had happened to him. There were days when this consumed Nathaniel, the worry churning his stomach and fueling him with adrenaline to expand his patrolling out from the pack's claimed territory and into lesser known regions so that he may search for his brother. Other days, his nerves were too frayed to maintain such a heightened sense of concern, and he elected to deny, attempting to convince himself that Anthem would return to them just fine all on his own, maybe even with Angele in tow.
Today had been a day of action, and it took him beyond the pack's borders and along the mountain ridge's heights. For the first time he ventured far enough to come across a peculiar landmark, a sharp jutting of stone standing tall as though it were a miniature model of the mountain upon which it perched. When his pale eyes laid upon the feature, his imagination immediately wrangled itself free and ran ahead of him, and he could vividly picture Anthem falling from its precipice. He pressed closer, determined to investigate, to prove this notion as untrue, but with each paw step further something sinister began to become noticeable, and stronger, upon the air. When at last he recognized what the scent was, its effect upon him was foudroyant, and he was almost unable to bring himself closer to the base of the outcropping. Desperately his eyes scanned ahead, panning over the ground and searching for what he hoped was not there. Yet there was something gray and sunken in upon the snow-dusted ground, tufts of dark and light fur peeking through a thin layer of ice crystals.
Nathaniel stared at it, feeling as though his throat were constricting closed as realization pressed down upon him, clawing its way into his skull. It took what felt like several minutes for him to be able to unfreeze his joints, taking shaky steps forward, slowly closing the distance between himself and the reality he did not want to face. When at last he was beside it, the remains of his brother, he knew that death had found the man far before this moment, and yet it could not be denied that it was Anthem who lay there, a caved shell of what he'd once been. He stared down upon the carcass, his gaze distant and unseeing. It took time for him to finally raise his muzzle to the sky, and sing out a long, mournful song, expelling his misery for the world to hear.