DioMEMEdes

A shadow marched down to the shores of Melusine lake, eyes flitting curiously across the water’s surface. A few hours ago, the site upon which he stood had been nothing like this picture of tranquility, the croaking of frogs and whistling of birds which he could now hear so clearly drowned out by the sounds of mourning and the gentle drops of rain. -- Dead, he heard his packmates whisper as they peered towards the lake from the safety of the treeline; Osirus was dead. ‘Dead’ was a word Wally knew well, for he was often one to surround himself with it, finding comfort in its certainty and its strange beauty. But to associate it with the Alpha of Tundes was rather uncomfortable. Unlike the rest of the Kol, Wally had held no ill-will towards the southern leader, and he would have almost felt pity, if a creature such as he were capable of such an emotion, while watching as the Tundes search party wailed over their leader. But in the end it was as he always said: everything died, and the