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Originally meant for the monthly prompt in september, but I didn't get around to finish in time.

(Diller is not officially enrolled in the Wyld Hunt Event, but for his story purposes he will tag along.)

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"I don't like it. Why do you have to go at all?", Bevan wails and dramatically drops to the floor to grab Diller's ankle. "I can't remember asking you for permission.", the grumbly folk snarks back. But that doesn't deter Bevan in the slightest. He knows that his super cool big brother can be a bit grumbly at time, but you don't have to take it personal, or serious. It's just how Diller was and that was fine. Bevan accepted his grouchy step-sibling as they were. Because that's what good little brothers do. Nerka taught him that.

"But I'm going to miss you! Like sooooooo much.", Bevan adds on. He knew that Diller was stubborn but with the right technique, he would cave. Of that Bevan was sure. He managed it before. Well, once. And he couldn't quiet remember why that attempt was successful, but anyway. Those were just little details. In the big scheme of things, Diller had carved. And about a sandwich no less! If sharing food isn't love, Bevan didn't know what was. It was that day that Diller officially became a honorary Sockeye.

(Nerka said it had to be honorary, because Momma wasn't here and Diller might have a family name that meant something to him and wouldn't replace it.

"He doesn't have to replace anything. He can just add it onto his current name.", had been Bevan's reply. "Good luck trying to tell him that.", Nerka had huffed. And Bevan would have proven her wrong, but then Diller had gone away with that giant spoon and ever since he had been even grumpier than usual.

Even more reason in Bevan's mind why his super cool big Step-brother shouldn't leave again with that giant spoon.

But no one is listening to him.)

"And how is that my problem?", Diller muttered under his breath, trying to shake Bevan of off his ankle. That was fun. Bevan couldn't keep the giggle in as he swooshed slightly through the air. Big brother always had the best ideas. "Ugh, stop it. And let go off me.", this time Diller's voice had a certain bite to it and instantly Bevan let go, gliding a few feet over the ground from the force of the last shake.

"Don't be mean.", Nerka is quick to jump in. She doesn't want to call him big brother, though she agrees that he's lots of fun. Maybe because Nerka could be moody at times too? Maybe they were just a bit to similar. But that didn't matter. Bevan loves them both for it. And that was all that mattered anyway.

"You're pests, both of you. I don't have to justify myself to you. I'm a gravekeeper. I'm doing my job.", Diller barked out, turning on his heels and stomping away to his room. Probably to finish packing. Or get his spoon. He always left it in his room and Bevan wasn't allowed to touch it. Even Eko-Mom had said not too. Apparently it was important. Bevan didn't quite get it. But that didn't matter. Though he did hope he got to see the soup Diller would eat with that spoon. Surely it was delicious - and big.

"Meanie!", Nerka called after him. Bevan picked himself up, shaking out his fur and looking at the doorway, Diller vanished through. "I'm already missing him.", he sighed and when Nerka locked eyes with him he added, "Do you think he's going to bring some soup back with him?"

Nerka doesn't answer for a moment or two. But that was just the way things were. Sometimes there were so many words in his head that he didn't know which to let out. At least that what Bevan got from her explanation.

("Why don't you just say them all?", Bevan had asked. Before she answered had been another of those thinking what to say pauses. "Because not everything should be said.", had been the confusing answer. "I don't get it. I say all the words in my head and I'm fine." Nerka had chuckled. "Well, maybe that's because you are you, Bevan. Maybe that's what makes you special." He had grinned at that possibility. "Momma always said that everyone has something that makes them special.", he had agreed.)

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Bevan and Nerka peaked out into the hallway when Susan-Mom said goodbye to Diller. He was wearing a orange poncho and the spoon was strapped into his back. There was also a bag with what told him his nose, was food.

"Stay save and come back.", Susan-Mom said, pulling Diller into a hug. Bevan had squeezed his own hug goodbye - or fifteen but who was counting - in the time it took Diller to get from his Room to the main door of the Den. "I'll try.", Diller promised, idly scratching at the scars on his cheek.

A sudden wave of gloom threatened to crash Bevan down. He had only thought about missing Diller and if he would still get grumpier once he was back from his big spoon mission. But he never thought that Diller might not come back at all!

That couldn't happen! There was always a chance that Bevan wouldn't see any of the other Sockeyes ever again. He couldn't loose Diller too.

"Nerka...", Bevan started, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes and coloring his voice. And the bestest-est sibling of the world didn't need to hear more. She simply wrapped him in a bone rushing hug.

"It's going to be alright. He's not alone and he has done it before. That's why he has the shovel.", Nerka assured him. And it certainly made Bevan feel better. Because Nerka knew stuff like that.

He turned around just in time to see Diller walking out of the door. "Bring back soup!", Bevan yelled, waving frantically goodbye.

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Word Count: 969 words

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Description

Originally meant for the monthly prompt in september, but I didn't get around to finish in time.

(Diller is not officially enrolled in the Wyld Hunt Event, but for his story purposes he will tag along.)

===========================

"I don't like it. Why do you have to go at all?", Bevan wails and dramatically drops to the floor to grab Diller's ankle. "I can't remember asking you for permission.", the grumbly folk snarks back. But that doesn't deter Bevan in the slightest. He knows that his super cool big brother can be a bit grumbly at time, but you don't have to take it personal, or serious. It's just how Diller was and that was fine. Bevan accepted his grouchy step-sibling as they were. Because that's what good little brothers do. Nerka taught him that.

"But I'm going to miss you! Like sooooooo much.", Bevan adds on. He knew that Diller was stubborn but with the right technique, he would cave. Of that Bevan was sure. He managed it before. Well, once. And he couldn't quiet remember why that attempt was successful, but anyway. Those were just little details. In the big scheme of things, Diller had carved. And about a sandwich no less! If sharing food isn't love, Bevan didn't know what was. It was that day that Diller officially became a honorary Sockeye.

(Nerka said it had to be honorary, because Momma wasn't here and Diller might have a family name that meant something to him and wouldn't replace it.

"He doesn't have to replace anything. He can just add it onto his current name.", had been Bevan's reply. "Good luck trying to tell him that.", Nerka had huffed. And Bevan would have proven her wrong, but then Diller had gone away with that giant spoon and ever since he had been even grumpier than usual.

Even more reason in Bevan's mind why his super cool big Step-brother shouldn't leave again with that giant spoon.

But no one is listening to him.)

"And how is that my problem?", Diller muttered under his breath, trying to shake Bevan of off his ankle. That was fun. Bevan couldn't keep the giggle in as he swooshed slightly through the air. Big brother always had the best ideas. "Ugh, stop it. And let go off me.", this time Diller's voice had a certain bite to it and instantly Bevan let go, gliding a few feet over the ground from the force of the last shake.

"Don't be mean.", Nerka is quick to jump in. She doesn't want to call him big brother, though she agrees that he's lots of fun. Maybe because Nerka could be moody at times too? Maybe they were just a bit to similar. But that didn't matter. Bevan loves them both for it. And that was all that mattered anyway.

"You're pests, both of you. I don't have to justify myself to you. I'm a gravekeeper. I'm doing my job.", Diller barked out, turning on his heels and stomping away to his room. Probably to finish packing. Or get his spoon. He always left it in his room and Bevan wasn't allowed to touch it. Even Eko-Mom had said not too. Apparently it was important. Bevan didn't quite get it. But that didn't matter. Though he did hope he got to see the soup Diller would eat with that spoon. Surely it was delicious - and big.

"Meanie!", Nerka called after him. Bevan picked himself up, shaking out his fur and looking at the doorway, Diller vanished through. "I'm already missing him.", he sighed and when Nerka locked eyes with him he added, "Do you think he's going to bring some soup back with him?"

Nerka doesn't answer for a moment or two. But that was just the way things were. Sometimes there were so many words in his head that he didn't know which to let out. At least that what Bevan got from her explanation.

("Why don't you just say them all?", Bevan had asked. Before she answered had been another of those thinking what to say pauses. "Because not everything should be said.", had been the confusing answer. "I don't get it. I say all the words in my head and I'm fine." Nerka had chuckled. "Well, maybe that's because you are you, Bevan. Maybe that's what makes you special." He had grinned at that possibility. "Momma always said that everyone has something that makes them special.", he had agreed.)

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Bevan and Nerka peaked out into the hallway when Susan-Mom said goodbye to Diller. He was wearing a orange poncho and the spoon was strapped into his back. There was also a bag with what told him his nose, was food.

"Stay save and come back.", Susan-Mom said, pulling Diller into a hug. Bevan had squeezed his own hug goodbye - or fifteen but who was counting - in the time it took Diller to get from his Room to the main door of the Den. "I'll try.", Diller promised, idly scratching at the scars on his cheek.

A sudden wave of gloom threatened to crash Bevan down. He had only thought about missing Diller and if he would still get grumpier once he was back from his big spoon mission. But he never thought that Diller might not come back at all!

That couldn't happen! There was always a chance that Bevan wouldn't see any of the other Sockeyes ever again. He couldn't loose Diller too.

"Nerka...", Bevan started, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes and coloring his voice. And the bestest-est sibling of the world didn't need to hear more. She simply wrapped him in a bone rushing hug.

"It's going to be alright. He's not alone and he has done it before. That's why he has the shovel.", Nerka assured him. And it certainly made Bevan feel better. Because Nerka knew stuff like that.

He turned around just in time to see Diller walking out of the door. "Bring back soup!", Bevan yelled, waving frantically goodbye.

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Word Count: 969 words

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