We call out to those we've lost
To a sky bloodied with our own
The tears that flow carry them on
And lead them back towards home
- Saeyir


I found a story I wrote in middle school, so I drew something from it. It didn't have a title and it was your generic cliche lame wolf thing, but it brought back some memories.

This is the newly appointed alpha male, Kanna, crying for his mate who died in battle, while the elder Saeyir leads the pack in the howl of the fallen, quoted above.

He's not crying blood, it's symbolic. In the story, Kanna suffered a gash on his forehead from the enemy, and when he looked up to howl with the pack it ran into his eyes and joined his tears.