Far off, he could hear his packmates calling to him, like to like. They were hunting too. A wild rain lashed down upon his black brother as he tore at the flesh of an enormous goat, washing the blood from his side where the goat’s long horn had raked him. In another place, his little sister lifted her head to sing to the moon, and a hundred small grey cousins broke off their hunt to sing with her. The hills were warmer where they were, and full of food. Many a night his sister’s pack gorged on the flesh of sheep and cows and horses, the prey of men, and sometimes even on the flesh of man himself.
I’m so emotional about this passage! Ghost feeling his brother and sister so far away and yearning for them. But even more so:
Once they had been six, five whimpering blind in the snow beside their dead mother, sucking cool milk from her hard dead nipples whilst he crawled off alone.Four remained … and one the white wolf could no longer sense.
Grey Wind and Lady long gone, and Summer disappeared. The feeling here is so *raw* - I can perceive the longing and the mourning and at the same time the worry for the missing brother and I’m just so emotional!
“I won’t carry you in my heart you are my heart my everywhere and everything the walls I’ll climb and the wars I’ll fight loved you in the deepest way became the man who I am today you made me feel just like a hammer in a world lined with nails
I’m not walking away from here with a bunch of things I still need to declare a wasted life is worse than death it’s up to you to figure out the rest
this is my final backward glance I’ve never been much good at saying goodbye