{Casper’s Pov}
I didn’t just leave Tyrion there. He wasn’t just an old wolf. He was like a grandfather to me, a true father figure when I didn’t have one. He was even one to mom… It hurts that I can’t even mourn him. I have to show strength to the pack no matter what.
“How did mom do this for over a decade?” I question myself.
Picking up his body which due to the heat, had already started showing early signs of rigor mortis I created a pyre in his honour and set it ablaze. I watched for hours as he burned… before getting his ashes and pouring them into an urn. It’s the least I could do for him.
It’s already morning by the time our efforts to stop the spreading flames result. There’s no time to mourn the dead. The council, even without Mom, already set a meeting.
We met in the ruins o
