Whittle Away the Time We Have

She darted towards him, her paws flicking up snow around her when he dropped the carcass and turned to her. She skidded to a stop a pace away from him, falling hard on her rump. Kicking up even more snow with the sudden stop. At least her brakes worked fine. Her breath came out in quick gasps already, and she stared at Alastor. It would have been easier if he had turned towards her. If she couldn’t see into his dark eyes and feel the warmth of his breath. She gently put her forpaws back on the ground again.

Her sides heaved with the force of a breath sucked in. Dammit she absolutely hated herself. Why couldn’t she have been born braver? Steadier? More capable.

With self loathing in her eyes, she took another step forward, forcing herself closer to Alastor. Her ears folded to her skull. “I hate him!” she snarled, stamping a paw in the earth and turning suddenly away from the black wolf. She shuddered, forcing back an array of emotions.

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