Alone

Perhaps he shouldn’t have doubted her. A cold nose pressed against his neck, and he lifted his head enough to look bleary at the golden wolf. His eyes were red and raw, causing her form to blur before him. He reached out a paw and moved to tug her gently towards him. Not using enough force to make it a command. Just a nudge, a hint. But she was malleable in his arms, and came with him.

He tucked her between his paws and curled his body around her. She was damp, and cold. But he didn’t care. He pressed his head into her chest and closed his eyes. He didn’t bother with words, there was nothing he could say. She had returned to him and that was all that mattered. With his head buried in her plush coat, he let his heart break at last. The tears fell silently against her as he mourned the loss of his childhood best friend.


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