No fear allowed

*Naiche* · 03-10-2021, 11:07 PM

Each step-down Naiche felt more sure they wouldn’t make it. Despite getting closer his body was threatening to ignore his decisions. Willpower didn’t matter if there was truly nothing for it, and his determination leaked away as well with the weakness. He feared each step if she was still even alive, but whenever he claws dug in it allowed for some hope. However, no response to his words was scary. Shouldn’t she have been able to say something if she’d live? Surely his words might? Maybe she just couldn’t hear him well and she was asleep.

They were going to make it, a few more steps and they’d be on solid ground. Snow and weakness mocked him and the two took the rest of the way to the ground with gravity leading them. Naiche’s feet had finally given out. His body hit the ground, and they skidding sideways down the slope. For a brief second on his belly, then his side with his back facing the ground. Thankfully they were on the ground a moment later. No jutting out rocks or pointy pieces of ice where they landed. The warmth from a spring was nearby. It was just a bit less cold more than warm but it was a bit of hope that maybe, just maybe if Naiche could get up and get Asla up they could get warm.

Honestly, for a good minute, Naiche just wasn’t sure he had anything left in him to get himself up and that much less Asla. A weakness in him that he detested, dully, wanted to just quit. Close as they were he still just wanted to stop. Naiche recalled faintly in his mind telling Sirius he would fight till his dying breath should it happen for the good of the pack. That meant for the good of Asla as well and his own wish to give up wasn’t allowed. His muzzle dragged across the ground to look at Asla’s body. Her life was in his paws.

Every part of him hurt, every part of him was cold, and sleep kept demanding he give in. Slowly Naiche got up, carefully as his feet shook beneath him. Too close to stop and to give up was to let Asla die. That couldn’t happen. Naiche could live or die after Asla was saved. “I love you,” he whispered again to her as he tiredly looked down at her. He could fall on top of her and they could die curled up together. It sounded good. Lowering his head he bit into her scruff one more time. Not far.

Naiche couldn’t lift her, it wouldn’t help her feel any better. He dragged her form closer to the spring, it was growing warmer but in time? Naiche continued scooting her until finally, the warmth soaked up the rest of his energy. He slid down, head on top of Asla. “I’m sorry.” The words whispered out. There was nothing in him to get back up. They’d live or they’d fall asleep and never wake up, either way, it would be over soon enough. Naiche closed his eyes, a deep breath and he fell into a deep sleep.

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