Heal me love me

When Razor spoke again Amalia felt her heart skip a beat, the air rushing out of her lungs. Coloured ears pressed flat against her skull, lower lip pouting as she tried to hold back her own tears. Slowly her head nodded up and down, even though she knew that he was looking down. "Yes dear, a very dark wolf. I'm not sure what your mother was thinking but... she took a warriors way out. She didn't jut sit there and let it slowly kill her, she took action. She found her strength even though we all thought that... she wasn't thinking straight. And you know what Razor, she died doing what she thought was right." Amalia said slowly, her voice choking slightly at the end. She will never understand the mind of a fighter, she was a healer through and through. But there could be no denying that Arian had always been a fighter, even if she didn't feel like it at times. She was stronger than Amalia thought she could never be.

When Razor said that he missed her, Ama could not help the few tears that spilled over. "Oh my love, oh I know. I know dear, I do too." she whispered, pressing her russet face into his chest. She breathed in his scent, slightly tangy from the mix of the herbs in the air. "We all miss her so much. I can't even imagine how it is for you kids..." She whispered, a soft sob leaving her body as her head shook back and forth. "I'm here for you though, okay? No matter what, I am here."

"Speech"

'Thoughts'