Nothing Left

It broke his heart to see her slip on a mask, he was being shut out in a way he'd never felt before and it struck him just how alone he was. The only friend ever really had... And he'd fucked that up. Mojito took a deep breath keeping his gaze off to the side, Inhale... One, two, three. Exhale... One, two, three.

Then he swung his gaze towards the woman he once... still loved. He hated the way he could physically feel the distance between them. It felt like a lifetime ago he'd told her he didn't want to lose her, had just had to finally draw the line in the sand... But he had lost her... "Did um... Did Satira tell you about what happened? The other wolf she met and the talk she and I had afterward?" It was easier to make sure they were on the same page here. If their daughter had shared with her mother then it would be easier to broach the subject... No matter how much it hurt to feel like he was being pushed away he was determined to still try and co-parent with Asla... And that was one thing he wasn't going to budge on. Mojito settled onto his haunches, a bit closer though he still had to fight down the urge to put a paw on her own.

"Speech!"

TABLE & CODE © SKELLE 2020