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Meadow’s smile is so big now that it causes her eyes to become squinted and the area around them crinkled. How happy the small wolf is to be here and talking to her sister. No matter where she goes or what happens, she knows that Resin will be here, waiting for her. Her sister does not belittle or chastise Meadow for her bubbly nature and way her mouth runs away. Instead, the stoic Resin always has a patient ear and kind word for her smaller sister. Meadow knows that, no matter what happens, Resin will be there to boost the spirits and lend her ears to her younger sister.

The toothy grin that appears on Resin’s face at the talk of horses has Meadow smiling even wider. It dims for a moment when the older, wiser sister speaks of the beings. Nodding in understanding and amazement as she thinks back to her meeting with Goliath. The stallion had lived up to his name. Towering over the small wolf, he had brought such awe to her. Meadow really hopes that he is doing well and that he finds some place to call home.

When Resin tells her that she and Sirius and Roan had killed a cave bear, Meadow’s face morphs into a look of horror. The injuries that her sister lists brings tears to Meadow’s eyes and guilt to her heart. To make it worse, Resin still feels pain and thinks that her warrior days could be done. The tears threaten to fall but Meadow fights them. This is her fault, she should not have left. Never mind the fact that she probably could not have helped kill the bear or heal her sister. It just hurts to know that she was not there to comfort Resin.

Sulfur gaze finds Meadow and she feels herself losing control. It is when Resin asks her not leave anytime soon that the small amount of restraint the small wolf has shatters. Tears spill over and she finds herself diving toward her sister. She avoids the leg that Resin had looked at, not wanting to inflict further pain on her. Aiming to curl into the older wolf’s side and bury her face into the thick fur. The tears soak her cheeks and mar her usually happy features.

A sob is pulled from her chest as she tries to hide her face in her sister’s fur. Meadow just keeps muttering, over and over, “I am sorry. I am so sorry. I should have been here. I won't leave again. I will never leave again.” The shame and sorrow she had been trying to hide now laid out clearly for her sister to see. Brain tells her to run but her heart urges her to stay. The war wages for a moment before her heart wins and Meadow stays curled up tight, sobbing next to Resin.

A tear-filled sentence can barely be heard, “I never should have left.”



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