Hey Readers, I read the comments yesterday. I’m sorry; I gave as much warning as I could without giving it away. This might be hard, so in advance, I truly am sorry.
One week later…
The grass covered hills in the southern area of the Diamond Sky pack lands were surrounded by tall trees and lush shrubbery. Though the sky usually battled between clear blue and lightly overcast, it rained today.
Across the hills, graves sat over past members that had been laid to rest of the generations. They were all laid out in neat little rows, with identical tombstones. Name, date of birth and death, and their legacy. Wife. Husband. Mother. Father. Loved. Some sat with old flowers or notes sitting in front of the headstones. The rain would surely ruin whatever folded notes lie there.
Lar
