The Way It Ends

It still hurt for those words to be spoken. It still made her freeze, panic - which was silly, considering she’d left all those years ago and only recently came back. Well, recently being nearly three years ago, but still. Her wide eyes met him, and she nodded slowly, sadly, even as tears filled her eyes. And when he stepped forward, she shoved her nose deep into the scruff of his neck, her breath a shudder as she tried to contain herself. Tears leaked through anyway, but she pulled away after a minute. “Okay,” she said softly. “I’ll do it. I’ll watch Abaven for you, Bass, but I swear to whatever gods that exist you better come back!” Tears once again blocked her vision, and she tried her best to blink them away. She moved forward again, her muzzle once again resting on his neck. “Because if you don’t, I swear, as much as I love you, I will hunt you down and skin you alive.” Okay, maybe some humor was necessary. Why? Because the older woman didn’t know how to deal with it otherwise.