Chapter 38

• The sun was in denial as it reigned over the graceful fall of gallant cascade. Clear, fresh water descended from the edge of the cliff, it paraded into a soft flowing pool. The heavens were blue and filled with clouds which passed through the gushing palisade. It overlooked the fresh, lush grasses and flowers which surrounded the pool of the waterfall.
• The waterfall was surrounded by unyielding trees of the forest and mountains which protected the alluring sketch of nature. Zipporah mimicked the mourning pack as they casted their sights above the cliff. They inhaled the soothing smell of the wind and cascade. They drowned in the comfort it brought to their grief. It reminded them of its everlasting promise to protect their dead.
• The waterfall held the remains of over a thousand generation. Each pack had a place of burial for their honored deceased. The waterfall was believed to be a path way to let go of the deceased and guide the werewolf’s flow of energy into eternal balance. It was supposed to be a celebratory tradition but for a young werewolf to be lost in the casualty of a strange war there was nothing to extol.