"Kassíteros!" the young male called as he ran up to his mentor, who was lying on the ground. The scout had been getting weaker and weaker as time passed, yet refused to stop doing her daily scouting missions. Vasiliás worried a lot for his mentor. Earlier today, both scouts had left camp at the same time, but when Vasiliás returned from his scouting mission, there was no sign of Kassíteros. An hour later, still nothing. So he had decided to follow her trail.. And right he had been. Vasiliás felt his heart stop as he finally arrived at his mentors side- but she was still breathing. He breathed a sigh of relief as Kassíteros opened her eyes and looked at him. "Oh.. I was hoping you wouldn't find me." she whispered. "But I suppose I taught you too well." a wry smile turned up the corner of her lips. Vasiliás shook his head. "But why? I shouldn't even have let you leave camp, you're not strong enough anymore- can you still stand?" in response, Kassíteros slightly moved- Vasiliás thought she was going to stand, but she only moved to a more comfortable position. "no, Vasiliás. It is too late. This is why I was hoping you wouldn't find me.. This was my last scout." the younger scout shook his head wildly. "No ! No no, Malakós can heal you if you're sick, you'll be fine, you'll get better-" "I am old, Vasiliás.. I have traveled to many, many places. Do not worry. I am simply curious for- for this new trip. Who knows what lies at the end?" at her words, Vasiliás could not deny how laboured and weak her words were. And for once, he actually considered that.. She might die. Tears sprung to his eyes, blurring his mentors shape. "But-" he couldn't imagine losing his mentor, not when there was still so much she could teach him. Kassíteros smiled once more. "I am happy, Vasiliás. Just don't forget what I taught you." she breathed- and with this, her last breath left her body. Vasiliás bent his head, full of pain, until finally he raised it up to the sky and let out a long, mournful note. The birds and creatures of the woods silenced.
When Vasiliás finally managed to carry Kassíteros' body back to camp, all the pack members howled in grief. Kassíteros had brought them safety by telling them about all the dangers and animals living in the nearby territories. She had brought them wonder, by talking about the amazing places she had visited. She had brought the pups small feathers and toys to play with. As Skóni passed by the mourning Vasiliás, he whispered: "You carry her legacy now."
