Two years and it never got any easier. Two years since Asterion had given his life to make sure that everyone continued their stories. Arcturus held his ground as the others gathered on this bitter winter's day to honor the sacrifice that was made. Offerings were made, treasures given, those from the lowest warrior to Lyndis, the Queen of Drenedar gathered to pay their respects.

Among the gathered masses they sang a song of remembrance, old and went on for minutes without end. At it's final note, Merlia made her way from the pack, kneeling and offering one of her families treasured heirlooms. It wasn't much for the man that had saved her, but it would have to do. She bowed her head and said her peace, the others would soon do the same.

Another piece I've wanted to post for years, done by the talented: https://www.deviantart.com/andyliongart