when the world is falling apart

He flinched when Ignita approached and spoke to him. He’d been so out of it, he hadn’t realised she was here. He had come here to be alone. He couldn’t face his own den, not right now. The scent of her, what he had lost and broken…

Ignita brushed fur from his wound, and he flinched at the kindness. His shame was a harsh, harsh thing. He reached out and grabbed her paw in his own, stilling it. “Dont.” he told her, though his growl lacked any bite. “Leave, Little Bird. Walk away.” he commanded her, his voice rough and harsh. “You don’t want to be a part of this.”


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