You are the life that fills my lungs

She couldn’t help the astonished laughter bubbling up inside of her. Racing across the plains in the darkness, breathing in the scent of home. Dreaming of the moment she would see her girls, of drawing them into her arms again. There was one name she refused to let pass her thoughts, or touch her lips. A name that hurt too much in the whispering, and the last wolf she expected to find on that beautifully soft grass.

Yet there he was. Her attention snapping to him as easily as if he had called her name, but he had not uttered a whisper. He sat there, oozing and unwell, and yet as beautiful and precious as she remembered. His two-toned eyes aglow with luminescent tears. It was like a moment from a tale, too strange to be reality. Her, dead so long her body would have rotted away beneath the earth. Him, her past-lover, oozing glow like fireflies danced in his blood.

She crept quietly upon him, her eyes on him, and his on her. She could feel the weight of that gaze like a caress through her fur. She crouched down beside him, close enough for her breath to stir the fur below his ears - marvelling, indeed, that her breath could do so. She reached up a paw, and touched it gently to his cheek. Feeling the warmth, and life to him. The heat pooling from his body like a fever. She did not realise how wet her own cheeks had become, nor how long she crouched there. Cradling his cheek in her paw, and simply taking him in. watching him, eyes touching to every strand of fur, every trace of silver in his coat. Noting the changes in him, the way age had touched his form. Her eyes were filling, the tears came so quickly. “You were always my one.” She whispered.



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