In the spaces between the truth

Ballad was suddenly released from the grip of the coyote as Lament came to her aid. With little more effort the last of them were chased away. They had come out victorious, but as her brother walked quietly over to the trapped fox she could feel doom upon the air. The young fire marked she wolf approached carefully, her pawsteps planned exactly as she followed behind her brother. The fox didn’t have much choice in allowed Lament closer, but she didn’t struggle as hard as when the coyotes were harassing her.

The dark pelted woman looked on with baleful silver eyes as her brother announced what she feared. The fox was finished. Too little too late. Ballad felt tears sting her eyes as Lament’s paws gestured his deep emotions. The girl sunk a little as the mood soured.

”What can we do?” Her voice was a hoarse whisper, oddly cold in relation to the situation they were in, but she offered her own signed emotions. Horror. Sadness. Regret.