Loathe the way they light candles in Rome
But love the sweet air of the votives
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone
Before. Renner met Ana toward the end of his life. His muzzle was beginning to gray when the young woman met him within a forest. She lived there with her family, and though it was not large, it had its own domestic complexity. Renner, tired from his journey, stayed there with the intention of only burdening them for a night. One night turned into a week, a week into a month... and soon he was learning to read with Grandmother Fritha and shaking Ana's nephew off of his paws. Little by little, Renner became one of the family members. At first he was an able-bodied protector, then a lover pining after the strong and able Ana. Though she was soon to hit her prime, she commanded their little family and held them together. Renner admired her strength and the way in which she never withheld aid to strangers. No matter if someone betrayed their kindness, she always found a way to forgive and let go... a trait Renner had yet to learn.
Their marriage had less fanfare than Renner had hoped for. When at last they had announced their engagement, not a single fur had ruffled. In fact, most were surprised that they were announcing it so late. Bemused, Renner glanced at his betrothed only to find her giggling.
Ana steadily began to lose her sight. One morning her vision was blurry, the next... it failed to recover. When at last she birthed her two pups, her world had gone dark save for the soft light of sunshine. Though this saddened her more than she could ever describe in words, Renner made sure to tell her detailed descriptions of each pup as they grew.
And oh did they grow. Florence and Victorian thrived within their happy little family (though it had dwindled some. Grandma Fritha had passed and their cousins moved away). Soon it was just them, but they made a fruitful life with just one another.
Renner had gone to help what they thought was a woman caught in a storm. When he returned, blood was staining his side. A tree had been brought down by the winds and Renner and been unable to avoid its many branches. Ana, with the help of her yearling children, did their best to attend to his wounds. Unfortunately... they did not seem to heal.
And, within a matter of a week, Renner was gone. This blow was surreal to the point where Victorian could hardly grasp the concept. He went numb. He rarely responded when spoken to. He listlessly stared outside and, whenever it rained, his pulse would suddenly race. All the while, his sister tried to care for their mother. But, tragedies often happen in pairs, and their idyllic little life was not spared.
Perhaps it was the loss of her husband... perhaps it was the degenerative disease that stole her eyesight. Whatever the reason, Ana steadily began to sleep more. For a time, she was conscious during midday and merely slept long hours. Eventually, she could hardly stay awake. When the day came that her eyes never opened, Victorian could not say that he was surprised. His heart would have shattered if not for the fact that it had been a long 8 months of decay and... truthfully, he had never put the pieces back together after his father passed.
He worked with Flo to bury their mother by their father. Then, for a little while, they went through the motions at home. One day, as if daydreaming, Florence whispered the soft, whimsical idea of leaving. At first, Victorian was stunned... and then as he looked around at the quiet stillness of their once bustling home, he agreed.