Cut my losses

The pain of what she'd told him seemed overwhelming; like something the two of them could never begin to conquer. He knew that wasn't true, but in the fact of what he now knew - how close he'd been to being a parent, a father - it seemed a mountain impossible to claim. And Twig.. poor Twig. He felt for her more than anything, able to stifle his own feelings and push them deep down for the sake of worrying for her. There was no part of her that deserved any of this; in fact, of all the wolves he knew she was the one who deserved something like this least. But he knew loss wasn't always something that made perfect sense. It was messy and unpredictable, and struck even the most selfless of wolves.

Suddenly he felt tears welling up in his eyes as she spoke again. "Twig, you mean everything you to me," he assured her as he pulled her close, refusing to let go for a long while. "You did nothing wrong. You are perfect. Sometimes things just... happen," he finished weakly. "I'm so sorry..." He was unsure if his words would convince her of anything at all but he knew them to be true, however much it hurt. Sometimes loss just happened, no matter what you did wrong or right. Loss was a natural part of life, a fact that he knew all too well now, no matter what they did right along the way. Corvus let out a quiet whine as he leaned a bit more into her, feeling tears of his own not beginning to fall as he cried as quietly as possible.