I don't know what to say, for once

Rudy watched Resin and how much harder it seemed to be for her to process his words. Art had said she hadn’t even recognized him so Rudy so he had found her in better condition but it was so clearly horrible.  How could their strong mother ever come to this?  Age.  Sickness.  The logic was obvious but the reality his eyes saw in front of him was far harder to grasp.  “Mom.” There was a statement to follow up the word.  A naming of how he saw her, a way of clinging to what he was going to be losing.

Rudy started to step towards her with the notion of going to cling to her dark coat when she told him to leave.  The boy could see how she seemed confused and searching for something not there but it didn’t stop his desire to go to her.  Would this be his last time to visit?  Would there be another time?  It was hard but manageable when he had told Art they should leave her be when they had first found her in the cell but now?  

Indecision had Rudy locked in place for a moment, a paw in the air as emotions and logic argued within.  He could go to her as he had planned, he could stand there and try to talk still, or do what she had told him and leave.  It was probably only a matter of seconds but it felt like a lifetime before Rudy came up with a compromise to himself.  The boy darted forward to shove his head into Resin’s for a moment to feel her touch and mumble, “I love you.”  It would just be a moment, all he wanted was one more moment to remember before he’d turn to leave unless she stopped him.  It was a cruel tease for the young wolf but Rudy would regret giving up the chance if not taken.

Rudyard Carpathius