Goodnight Moon and Goodnight You

Rain fell upon the old males nearly still body. His wounds bleeding, the blood washing into the mud beneath him, mixing with the water and changing the earth's color. The adrenaline from before was wearing off, the lacerations and open wounds bleeding freely. He could feel the pain. His eyes were closed as his body struggled to continue breathing. Painfully. Slowly. Then suddenly, he felt the slightest touch on his face. A voice questioning why. He swallowed as he struggled to find his voice to answer. The man fighting to stay alive at least a few moments longer.

When she said that she could help him, he felt his heart clench. He knew there was no helping him at this point. There was nothing that could save him. As soon as she began to call for help, he managed to move his paw on top of her own. Stopping her. Glazed blue eyes looked at her own. Reminding him so much of her mother...the purple mixed with blue, always a curious thing. But now...that curiosity was gone. Replaced by tears and fear. She lowered herself to the ground. Thanking him. His eyes closed again as he reveled in her touch. Oh how long had he been waiting to touch her? To be close to his daughter? Now...he wished he hadn't waited so damn long.

"I...did it...because...you're my...daughter..." He rasped. Each word bringing a wave of pain. "I've...been look..ing out for you...for the past...year..." Why he never made himself known until now...was the fear.