@Aquene @Magg @Galen @Matos @Leo @Neva @Aven @Jessamy @Nori
Nash stood on the lakeshore, looking out over the familiar waters. If he squinted he could make out the shore where he'd been born in the gray morning light. He could almost feel it tugging in his chest, like a call to his heart. He'd spent years away from here and kept coming back, and then the lake had held him. He'd made his home here, started and raised his family, played and laughed and cried and fought in these peaks, on these shores. He'd learned to fish in the chill mountain water and taught his own children the same skill. He remembered watching his mother teach other pups.
The long walk with her to her grave, where he and Matos stood and watched her fade away, where they'd buried her next to her husband.
Nash always thought he would be buried beside them, or perhaps with Aleister in the place they'd founded. Now he was about to walk away. He didn't know if he'd be back, even to visit the graves.
It felt like that's all the mountain was anymore.
Nash tilted his head back and called for the pack. It was time.