The multi hued wolf found himself at a loss all in all - Though he knew he had to better care for the mess before him now . . . They deserved a burial. He sighed, in a way, he was relieved of not having to deal with the mistake of the one night stand. Now the woman who bore his children laid forever asleep, as did the two newborns.

It wasn't a world he wanted to bring children into yet, not with Beartooth out there still. He felt like a monster as he dragged the bodies behind him one by one, he felt more like Beartooth... That bastard was nothing more than a womanizer and a killer - Just like their father. No wonder mother let another man in, of course the only proof of that was Bones.

He sighed after he finished burying the three, all together. Rayne would have wanted that he was sure, she was already so happy to have children of her own. He used his plume to carefully dust off all of the soot from the grave before moving a larger rock over top of it. His heart felt guilt in place of sorrow and pain.

Out of nowhere a large crack ripped through the air. Bastian cocked his head in the direction it came from before wondering forward towards it. A bright light overtook his vision, and quickly everything turned black . . .