Cosmic Love

She sloughed through the moor with her head held low, her once glossy fur now a tattered mess covered in briars and mud. She waited, first in her home, then on the new island for her mother to join her, but she never came. Months of searching for the older woman had yielded no results and her hope began to dwindle each day. Eventually she simply realized she had to come to terms with the loss of her home, her mother, and her life and hope that she could start afresh in this new land.

Hestia had never lived without her mother, she had been a constant in her life, her closest friend, and someone she could cry to. Now she was gone, and it was far too soon for the spear maker, and too much against her wishes.

She stopped at the border of the first pack she came across, debating what her next move before she tipped her head back and summoned the leader to greet her. She feared that her life would be nothing but heart ache and misery, now that she was fully and completely alone, but her mother would never allow her to lie down and accept death. She persisted.

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