Seasons of Love

Elohim was gone. The winter had been too much for the old primate, and one cold night during the late winter he had slipped away. Novel was still distraught over his loss. Soon after his passing she had developed a harsh cough that still lingered with her now. The old Destruction woman had been glad to see the spring though, and she felt better today than she had since winter started.

The day was blustery, but the breeze was warm. The sun was out and it reflected brightly off the newly blooming flowers. Novel lingered outside, with the warmth she didn’t think the weather would affect her cough much. The new grass was soft under her feet, and as the day wore into afternoon she ceased her aimless wandering and decided to lay down under the willows. The leaves on the weeping trees were really starting to grow, but the sun easily penetrated the branches to warm her white pelt.

She lowered herself slowly and gently on to the ground. The winter hadn’t been kind to her joints either. A pained groan left her as she finally managed to arrange herself beneath the trees. She tried to think happy thoughts, but Elohim dominated her conscious. She had been very close with her companion, they had been together for close to eight years. Longer than many wolves managed to make it to. She sighed softly and put her head on her paws, quiet mournful tears quickly followed.