no love like your love
06-09-2019, 11:04 PM
Motif Destruction She cried for what she had lost, for the time and care she and her Uncle had put into this garden. At the way her world had changed so drastically, of the taste of fear in the wolves around her. She cried for the fear she had felt when she had been trapped in the fire. Her Uncle was there after a moment, his leg touching hers, a steady comfort. He moved to pull her against his chest, and she allowed him to do so. She let off her digging, her paws black with mud and soot, her tears leaving clear trails through sooty cheeks. She fell back against her Uncle, sniffing lightly as she thought about the flowers, of her Uncle’s tenderness with the garden. He had truly loved it, had loved growing things and working with her. He had laughed, and he hadn’t looked so.. So beaten down, during those moments. “It had no right!” she said angrily. “We planted them, and tendered them, and it broke it, and it had no right” |
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