Twelve

Twelve

The following days seemed to drift by in a haze to Torak. As they approached camp, a huge crowd of people rushed forward to greet them. Everyone from both the Seal and Raven Clans surged forward, hugging them and thanking the World Spirit that they were alright. Then Fin-Kedinn broke the news that Bale had died at the hands of Thiazzi. The entire Seal Clan mourned his death for many days. His body was retrieved from the alter and the funeral rite began. The Raven Clan took the river clay used for mourning and smeared it on their faces. Torak watched the Seals prepare themselves by wrapping one of their arms in sea weed. He had a biting sorrow in his chest as they carried Bale’s body to the shore. There they placed it inside his canoe and pushed it out to sea. He watched as the canoe become a tiny speck on the horizon. He jumped slightly as Wolf laid his head on his knees. Absently stroking Wolf’s flank, Torak couldn’t help but wish that it was him they were sending out to sea.

Wolf watched Tall Tailless kneel silently by the great wet for many hours. He could sense that he was terribly sad that the pale pelted tailless souls had left. He couldn’t help but wonder why they had gone. When his pack became Not-Breathe he could still smell and see their souls. He had no idea why they didn’t just return to their bodies and get up and play with him. He knew Tall Tailless knew the answer, but he was worried he might snap at him. Instead he lay on Tall Tailless, soothed by Tall Tailless’ forepaws running through his fur. The pack sister sat by them and began to talk to Tall Tailless in tailless talk. She had a biting sorrow in her voice, obviously upset that the pale pelted tailless had become Not-Breathe. He watched as she leant against Tall Tailless, breathing deeply and moaning the way taillesses did when they were very, very sad. He licked her hand and she yipped a little. Soon the big white wolf and all her little cubs had appeared in the sky. Wolf watched the great wet sigh and listened Tall Tailless and the pack sister talking quietly. He knew that they would soon come to terms that the pale pelted tailless had gone and hoped when that time came, all would be well.

Okay, I’ve decided that there WILL be a sequel to Ghost Hunter. I will be working on it in the next few weeks. I was going to wait till summer holidays, but I can’t wait so it’ll be sooner (sorry Rowan for telling you it will be coming in six months). R/T shippers will like this one. Anyway, thanks for reading my fic, I hope you enjoyed this one and I hope you enjoy its sequel.

Background info on sequel:

Like I said, R/T shippers will be satisfied with this one considering I got that many reviews off el about making it a r/t romance that I thought I might as well :). The sequel will be called Oathbreaker and will be based probably in the High Mountains. I won't say much more so not spoil it. Happy reading & writing!