Disclaimer: As much as I want to own Moony, I don't. Or anything else in this fic.

The man is private, keeping his emotions bottled up, his anguish hidden and unspoken. The wolf knows no luxury. Under the full moon, he wanders lost and alone. His packmate is missing. Sniffing at the stars, he searches with deperation. His voice rings of saddness as he calls out, but there is no answer, no reply.

When the final notes of his song are absorbed by the rising sun, he is left by himself in the silence. It is that moment that the wolf acknowledges what the man cannot face.

His packmate is gone.

A/N : My first remus/sirius drabble. Any thoughts would be appreciated.