Everything muscle in my body just seem to freeze like ice. My moyo shattered into a million pieces. Cold tears made their way down to the blood-stained ground. On that ground laid my only brother Thinfrost. He was like a puppet cut from its stings; limp, not moving. It almost seemed like he was just in a deep sleep. Blood slowly seeped from his throat and flank. Black fur, manyoya from his pelt ran with the wind, scattering his scent across the land. Dull blue eyes gazes sightlessly at me. Bloody claws were gleaming where there was no blood. "Brother...come on, wake up!" I could feel myself nudging him, trying to get him to react. No response came, not even a playful nudge back. My voice seem to come out on its own. Over and over i heard myself begging him to quit joking, stop making me upset. But even as i did it, i already knew the truth. There was no point in me doing all these things. Hope had disappeared the moment i had spotted him out here. When i heard his rasping breath, his last words. Before he even closed his eyes, i knew what was going on. As i screamed his name into the distance. When i took him and that kit back into the camp. Seeing his body being dragged kwa my jaws. Nothing could hide such an obvious thing. Thinfrost was dead; my only brother, my only real family that cared about me. The one who encouraged me to do what i wanted. Telling me what was right and wrong. Pointing out my mistakes when i did them. Even protecting me from enemies. The one person i knew i could trust from the moment i was born...was now up in the skies with Blackfang. I have never felt so alone in my life. Again and again the same swali kept popping up in my mind. "Why did it have to be him!?"