In other words
Roza
04-12-2020, 04:36 PM
”Well, what are the chances I would run into you here?” she replied with a smile, her tail wagging gently behind her. The joy of meeting another young member of her family was clear on her face. ”I’m so happy to meet you, Elizabeth! That’s a lovely name. How is Heather...” That was when her brain connected that Elizabeth had spoken of her sister in the past tense. Her smile faltered and her ears flicked back against her skull. It was a truth she didn’t want to accept, but in truth she knew the answer even before she spoke her question. ”Heather... Has she...?” It felt like she was slowly adding names to a list of wolves that she would never see again. Was this part of getting older? Or was this just the continuation of the terrible luck that she had been facing for nearly half of her life?