Viorel felt as if the sunny weather was taunting him. Who knows how long it had been since he left Vanadis with their cubs, back when the weather had seemed to match his mood. Everything had been good, or at least on its way to being good. Now everything was bright, mockingly idyllic, while he could not possibly feel any lower. He was fighting it off, the seductive siren call of numbness, the easiness of feeling nothing rather than the way he felt everything. Like electric shocks running up his leg with every step.
How long had he been standing here silently in front of the den? He didn’t know how he was supposed to tell her that they had lost another child. That she had left him to care for them all and two of them died now and it was his fault for not protecting them better. He couldn’t get the words out, instead he just kept standing there, tears streaming down his face and splattering into the dirt. Dust splayed out around them, a ripple effect. Yellow eyes watched each one fall, each ocean that got soaked quickly into the dry earth as if it had never been there. Leaving behind a crater, empty and cold.
Empty and cold.