"I know not the rules of the coming battle, he sent me to tell those loyal to him to meet at Vandin Place, where he will answer any questions this raises," the wolf replied, smiling. "Of course there will be wolves also present, such as myself."
"We'll be there," Sorrel replied. Those who did not come well they would get trouble if Thowra won this fight.
Ghost, in all of his glory, walked up. He had been wounded by Candra badly in his last battle, and he knew that this one could be his last. Never could he let down Sorrel or Thowra though. The arctic wolf was loyal, more to the good of the world than to anyone. "I will fight too," he said weakly, knowing that he would do only good things in his last days. He licked Clearwater's cheek, knowing that he would not see her again after the battle with Blade.
Diamond looked to the wounded wolf. "You - you shouldn't," she stammered, seeing a gaping wound on his chest. He was too loyal to his herd, too good. Seeing his love for the last time, touching her once more. It was the end for him, and she could only wish him well. Farewell she thought towards him. Diamond looked to Clearwater for her reaction. Surely, she had noticed him being weakened. Ghost was weakened physically by the battle. He was weakened emotionally by the loss of Zoe.
"Somehow I do not think Thowra will want us to all fight with him. He is not one to impose that choice upon us," Clearwater said. "I do not want you to be there in the fight if there is one for the rest of us, Ghost. You're too weak, love."
Ailio sighed. "I beleive that it is to be one on one."
Ghost smiled sheepishly, moving away from the group. After that last battle, he had felt a sickness spreading within him. Never would he admit it, but he doubted that he would live a week more. Slowly and painfully, he was dying. There was only one thing he wanted before he passed, and it was to see pups of his own. He had been meaning to ask Clearwater for a while, but it had never come from his lips.
Painfully, he laid down. Always, he felt as if he needed to rest. It hurt too much to lay on the gaping wound on his side, so he left it exposed. He sighed but noticed that it hurt very badly. Ghost looked over to Clearwater, who had been torn up by Zoe's death. How would she react to his? He wanted to give her a piece of his heart that she would never forget; he wished to give her him.
She knew that she loved him, but also that time was coming to an end for the pair of them. She had not decided until now that she was happy to have a few pups. Sighing she moved over to where Ghost was, licking his cheek gently.
"Why don't we go to Wajida?" she asked. It was clear what she meant by that, but though it seem to be beating around the bush, he would know that she was eager to have their own pups.
The ivory male weakly smiled, looking over to her with his vivid eyes. They were full of emotion and love to her, more than anyone could hope to have in their lives. His had ended, but over the course of nearly a year, he had truly felt wanted. Clearwater had made him feel like he never had in his life. She completed him. Now, he was leaving her, something he never thought he would do. Life would go on, for her though. Ghost wished her all the luck in times to come, and he wished for her to have a safe home always for herself and their heirs.
Ghost's heart leaped as he heard her question. It took him by surprise, for it was getting late in the season, and he thought she wouldn't ask. "Of course," he said gently, nudging her with his cold nose. Unfortunately, he would not live long enough to see them born nor to see them grow into the beauties that he knew they would be. It was a shame, but it was the way of life as they knew it. Ghost could not deny life of its taking. He looked to the horizon. The day was getting brighter by the moment, as his hours were dwindling.