What if this is all the Love I'll Ever Show

He was too tired to fight the sobs and had shed so many tears already. Shaye gave her comfort freely, offering her shoulder and pulling him close to her as he mourned. Rhyme wanted to take joy in the living pups that needed him, but he couldn't help but dwell on Darilnor's lifeless form. The day's events were getting the better of his weakened state. If his warriors were to see the condition he'd let himself get into he'd have garnered quite the lecture.

He sniffed softly and pulled away from Shaye slightly as he regained his breath and finished his tears. He had to be thankful that Shaye hadn't been subjected to the same loss. Rhyme didn't know what to say, his heart hurt. He leaned over Motif's tiny form again and nuzzled her little round form. He hadn't noticed the white tail tuft earlier, she almost reminded him of a little fox kit. She was much bigger than a fox kit though. Both girl's were big and healthy, he had to just be grateful for that.