Keres

July 16th, year 6.
"You will be the personification of my wrath." Zephyr whispered to the newborn pup cradled by her chest, her voice odd and distant, as if her mind were elsewhere. Keres, named after the beings that personified the cruel death that war brought along with it. She thought it was fitting with how she felt at the moment, rage, fear, exhaustion, and hope coursing through her. She had hoped that Orith would spare her, but he was quick to cruelly remind her of the deal that bound them together.

You cursed your blood and the blood of your kin the moment you slaughtered Valor and spilt his blood across the moor.

She was quickly taken out of her thoughts by the pup's whimper, bowing her head to gently nuzzle and coo at them in the vast emptiness of the leader's den. Not a soul has entered, not even her mate Ophelia.. But that did not matter now. Not even the beast lurking in the shadows could take Zephyr's attention away from the pup. She was all that mattered now. "You will take my place and will become everything I could not."