Skylene felt something brush her wing and she looked up quickly. No one was there, but for a moment she thought she saw the silhouette of a nightlight. Even seeing it for a moment, she noticed the snout disfigurement on the figure. "Hawk?" she whispered quietly. There was no reply, not even the brush on her wing. This is stupid, she thought, He's dead and he'll never come back. it was probably a trick of my imagination.
Even so, she felt as if she had just found his dead body again, lying on the blood soaked ground, an arrow in his neck and his mouth twisted into a defensive snarl with his once glittering, cheerful green eyes dull and unseeing. She let out a sob of despair and put her wings over her head.