ABOUT

Moving on was not something that Heel was accustomed to. His stubborn blood boiled, raged, at the thought, the mention by others, prodding and pushing for whatever would come from the other side of this ridge. How long had he been here, curled around the last memory of her? Hours, a week - sometimes it felt like years, as though he'd never left this spot, never eaten, never said a word since her loss destroyed everything. Honestly, he had no desire to leave; even when his paws carried him on the pack's call, it felt like his heart stayed in place here, held down gently by Mantis' little paws.