Cut my losses

They were very nearly parents. Neither wolf had realized what was really going on, but Twig wondered how far along she might have even been. Had she gone too far during the bison hunt? What if she hadn’t joined in? What if she had paid a little more attention and realized the possibilities. What if what if what if. Twig might have lost herself in the grief if Corvus wasn’t right there and holding her tightly at her confessions.

As he spoke she heard the emotion in his voice as he held her tight. She could almost feel him willing the pain away, but there was nothing to be done. They couldn’t go back in time and she wasn’t sure that she would ever know the true reason this blessing was ripped from her. Twig was all too familiar with loss, but this one was like a dagger in her heart. Corvus was her balm, he chased her fear and doubt in herself as he proclaimed her his whole world. They still had each other, her body was presumably going to recover, this was not their only chance. Still, Twig hurt.

But she hurt with Corvus and despite how terrible the situation she had him beside her. Her trust in him increased, their hearts were drawn closer together. They’d weather this storm no matter how difficult together, and they’d make it through stronger on the other side. ”I am too.” She whispered as their tears mingled and they cried over what was lost. Twig didn’t know what to do though, what their next step might be. All she wanted was to cry into Corvus’s soft fur.