By Anna McLain
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Set after Call Of The Wild. No spoilers, no pairings. RayK.
Rated G Drabble
The dogsled swooshed to a stop, throwing up slushy snow.
"Why we stoppin' here?"
"To visit my father."
"Fraser, your Father's been dead four years?"
"I came to say good-bye."
He knelt, cleared the snow, caressed the marbleized picture and gasped, throat clenched. Open palm covering the picture, his head fell.
"Take care of him, Mum," he whispered.
With wracking sobs he touched his forehead to the cold stone, oblivious to Ray's comforting hand on the back of his head. He said good-bye.
They knelt together until the moon rose and the dogs joined the howling chorus of distant wolves.