My friend.

*Mortis* · 08-26-2020, 04:00 PM

The misery of it couldn’t fade, not when he felt guilt in not continuing the search. In not realising sooner that she was missing. The guilt at what he had asked Hana to do, despite her exhaustion. It bubbled in his chest until he thought he might cry. He hated to cry, he knew what a weakness it was. How his family had ridiculed him for it, and how he had finally grown past it to the wolf he was today. The clown, that pushed all his sadness down. Today, he just couldn’t manage it.

They staggered together towards the dens, and found their way inside. She promised they would look in a few more hours, but he didn’t reply. Perhaps he ought to sneak out on his own, and let Hana rest.

Hana settled down first, and he settled down in front of her, resting his head on her chest for a moment with a weary sigh. He raised it again a second later, and gently nudged one of her paws free from where she had tucked it. Once he had gained one, he began to kneed the base of her pads with his knuckles, working out the kinks from her long journey. His own head held low, and his eyes closed as he worked.

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My friend.

Hana

Mortis