I hate this..

The two were staring off into the distance enjoying the cool grass. Chasm decided to close his eyes and let himself fully relax as the Devil shifted his position to lean against the boy a bit. He didn't know how much time went by and part of him thought that he had even fallen asleep for a bit. What snapped him up was a low growl coming from Bones. It alerted the boy and snapped him from his relaxation. For a few moments he was disoriented and it took him a little to gain his focus and fallow where Bones was staring. Off in the distance was a larger form, to him it looked like an adult wolf.

Mud was caked over most of it's form and the boy didn't at all recognize the form. He watched the women stumble and limp before completely collapsing in the grass. Standing he tried to get a better look at the women in the distance. Being young still his curiosity naturally overtook him and he slowly made his way forward, despite the growls from Bones. The closer he came the more the smell of old blood flooded his nose making him wrinkle his nose. It overtook her scent, still not giving him any clues as to who she was.

Though the closer he got the more details of her pelt he could see under the caked mud. When he saw the familiar rainbow markings that were hidden under the mud he froze, his eyes widening in pure horror as reality slapped him in the face. This battered form was that of his mothers.

Suddenly he burst forward and ran to her side, making Bones burst from his own spot and run to Chasm's side. When he reached her a long drawn out whine was released from his mouth and a light pant from his anxious emotions also escaped him. He couldn't really tell where she was hurt, but he began to nudge her cheek gently whining and yapping to try and wake her back up. Was she gonna die? Was she gonna be okay? the boy was filled with worry.