On Death and Dying

Her breaths came in ragged. Her teeth clenched around the splints and pain-numbing herbs she had brought. She was prepared for a physical wound in case Finch had fallen or been attacked. It made it hard to breath. She just couldn't catch up. Ashmedai pushed her on, but even her steps were becoming wobbly, "They're close," she called breathlessly, her paws dragging her forward. In the distance she could see them, their scents blowing her way.

Finch.

Her heart felt like it stopped. She had stopped. Her sister's scent wasn't right. She could hear the screams. They echoed in her head. Those were Finch's screams. Minty eyes widened. The young woman couldn't see what was going on, her imagination was at a halt all while expecting the worst.

Finch was dying.