The Broken Heart Club

A brisk fall wind pulled Eulogy from her slumber, blinking her deep blue eyes to wash the sleep from them. She had found a warmed rock in the Plains, curling up all too happily to soak up what little heat was left. The wind brought promise of winter, pushing a sigh free from the healer's lips. She would need to go and collect what herbs she could now before they shrived up and died, but the idea of leaving pack lands still made her quiver. It was silly to feel like there was a threat looming just over the boundary line, ready to snatch her up in her moment of weakness, but it was enough to keep her paws firmly within Abaven. If she vanished on her family again, she knew that it would be the end of it all. They were still struggling to find a routine in each other. It was hard to push away the thoughts of just how much that she had missed in her children's lives. Already she struggled with feeling like she was anything more than a let down, but now it was an impossible thought to shove away. It was like a fly that constantly swirled around her head, her snapping jaws unable to catch it. Sleep would seem to be her only reprieve, but her nightmares were back in full force. There was no escaping this, and she was sure that it would haunt her for awhile. It was still hard to shake it all, seeing just how much her babies had grown. She had missed that, all of it.

Eulogy flinched away from her thoughts, raising back up onto her limbs and shaking out her mocha coat. It seemed to be some time in the afternoon, a quick peek at the sky telling her that she had only dozed off for a little bit. It was brief enough that she was able to get some actual sleep, unhindered by the dark images that plagued her. She actually felt a little rested, a leg up on most mornings. The lady stretched out gratefully, sliding off her nap spot and into the tall grasses of the Plains. The hiss of snakes unaccompanied her movement, but she hardly heard them anymore. They came a part of the landscape after so long, like the birds in the background or the gentle murmur of the brook. Eu made her way to the water now, bending to lap up a few mouthfuls of water. She had better start with some herb collecting, some basic ones grew in Abaven's land already. It would be something, and would hopefully made the timid wolf feel somewhat useful. It was difficult to find the pattern of life when it had been this shaken, when all she wanted to do was hole up in her den with her children, never to leave again. A silly thought, maybe, but it sounded like the perfect time of peace, not a thing able to get beyond that wall. A wistful sigh blew out of her chocolate lips, paws moving slowly as she picked her way through the grass, halfheartedly keeping her eyes peeled for some dandelions. It was better than nothing, more proactive than sitting there and lusting after things that she had no control over. She wondered what her children were doing now, having half the mind to go hunt them down and make sure that they were okay. If they had thought her overbearing before, they were in for quite the shock. Not a lot of time passed between her check ins, quickly loping around the pack to make sure that they were still in once piece, and that she hadn't missed anything else. It wasn't much of a life to live, perhaps, but it gave her a small hint of comfort in her otherwise chaotic mind.