CEMETERY : for one muse to find the other at a gravestone.
To find the head hunter so far away from everyone else was rare. David usually was right in the middle of everything that happened. Always organizing, always directing, always leading. At least since Ezma had given the reigns to her boy - mostly.
Seeing David stand there, alone, at the rock the hunters had picked as a gravestone to all the friends and comrades they had lost on their hunts, looked quite sombre.
Somnus stepped closer slowly, mustering the various symbols, ornaments and names the hunters had carved into the solid stone. There were some of the metal tags bound to a rope wrapped around the massive rock. And of course little memorabilia and dried flowers.
"For whom are you here, David? All of them... or is it a specific one you think of today?"