This one is a little Sad - but I wanted folks to know what happens to Marcus in the end. A peaceful closure. Though There are other sections of his life that I will write when I find the time. EndPoint. Sighing I wheel myself over to the window and looked down into the compound. Groups of tall white furry figures exercised and trained. Rescue, Policing, and other civil activities. A far cry from the WolfGens that I once trained with. With pressure from the Doc.. bless his soul - Chy and I relented - and released our cells to be cloned. True to their word the council created... kin of us, and these kin now worked to help others. Never will they know what it was like for us.. With their altered genes they are sterile. But many of them hand-fasted with partners and raised infants from the clone banks. Never again would a female die from a WolfGen birthing. The State is long gone too- imploded by pressure from the outside. The High Council becoming more and more extreme. It could only keep going so long as there was flesh and blood to grind. Some-one to point the finger at and say "there is your enemy.." And thus it weakened from within. Removing the very foundations that it rested on. I was at the trials.. they took their toll on Chy and myself. Trying to sort out what was salvageable and what was not. And every WolfGen that was sentenced to death for crimes against furdom - all others felt their moment of death. Such was our telepathic link. For each day we where there I watch Chy seem to age a thousand years. And I believe that was what hastened his parting. Looking west I spot a group of WolfGen playing basketball. Weaving and laughing they leap heights and dunk. Smaller white furred cubs stand on the sidelines and cheer them on. Dotted amongst them all are other furs - perhaps mates of those who played with such energy and skill. Smiling I think of my own family of sorts. Uncle.. Great Uncle - the number of kits who clamber into my lap and plead to hear the tales of my exploits.. again and again. Though I tried to keep them accurate and not embellish them - the kits always seem to add one more raid, or death-defying feat into them. Some of the other WolfGen tried to force leadership on me.. But I stood my ground. Let some other poor fur be paraded and dragged out the presentation of the Golden Cup for something or other... Myself - I prefer a tavern - with a glass of Mead - and sing songs, bawdier the better. Etiquette was Never my strong point. The sun seeps through the window and is warm.. and the cries and shouts below lull me. So I close my eyes - spring is here again.. nice to be warm after winter.. I doze in the sunlight, my muzzle resting on my chest. Then I feel a presence that I had not felt for years.. so many years. Chy - my lover and companion "Chy.. where have you been.." "A place Marc.. where you can now join me.. Come - let me show you" I stand, feeling stronger than I have for years. The years seem to fall from me as I embrace him once again - looking into his eyes.. our love undiminished by time.. Other presences are there too.. All those that I have loved so much.. Thenus, Lars.. I go with them joyously.. A nurse came up to the still white furred figure sitting by the window.. "Marc.. it time to return now.. Marc... Oh Marc.."