you feel so tired but you can't sleep

Motif was probably out and about with their father when Poem returned to the den at midday. Her heart sunk, being alone was difficult for the young girl, with her first heat throwing her emotions out of whack it was easy for her to slip into sorrow. She wanted to see her mother, her heart felt broken and heavy and as she stared into the empty den she felt like joy would never find her again. It wasn’t Motif’s fault, she couldn’t know her sister needed her company as much as she needed Poem.

Though she knew the trip wouldn’t help Poem’s pale paws carried her to the rapids. The Destruction girl withheld her tears as she walked slowly, both of her companions missing from her side as she went. Sorrow filling her with each step until her blue and lavender eyes fell on her once home. The den that Shaye made and raised the two girls inside.

As she crossed the threshold tears filled her vibrant eyes and she submitted to her sorrow. ”Mom…” She cried heavily as she collapsed on the den’s floor. Shaye’s scent was still here, stale and dead, but a real reminder of the wolf that once was. Poem cried heavily, the weight of everything crushing her emotionally. They had much to celebrate since the victory in the raid but it all felt so pointless in those moments. ”Why did you leave me?” She whimpered softly, crawling towards on old fur that had been left behind. Shaye’s scent was heavy on it and Poem grabbed it without hesitation. She curled her body around the piece of fur and inhaled deeply. The scents returning her to a better time when she had been whole. Time was supposed to heal all wounds, but the pain was just as fresh today as when she had been told of her mother’s death.

She tried to hold it together for her sisters and for her father, and she had already been so strong for so long. The emotions seemed to cascade and waterfall on top of her until Poem felt herself drowning. This was the crash, the weakness she had fought for so long, the sadness she had warded off because she had to. Now the truth came out, she hurt and as she lay there curled around that lost piece of her mother, Poem felt herself break.