This Is The End; The Only Time I'll Beg

The long walk to the shrine combined with the excitement of the situation and dragging Duchess around had laid Aslatiel low. Something had clicked within her. A sort of... final acceptance. It was happening. The end of her life. Had it been a good one? Yes, she believed so. She had three children whom she was very proud of. Indigo had become hers and they'd had some good years together. She'd brought Mojito and Satira back together. She'd been an alpha for a time, defended her family. Peace. She was at peace.

Emaciated and weak, Indigo had carried her home, forcing the battered Duchess to walk beside them. That had been the day prior and, after a vast amount of sleep, Asla woke feeling peaceful and accepting of her situation. She had insisted that Duchess stay in their den, as wounded as she was. It was a good thing, too. There was no certainty that she'd even be able to make it to the guest dens.

Amaranthine eyes adjusted to the light, scanning for the injured woman. She rested nearby on a pile of thick furs and Asla shakily got to her paws. A little gasp pulled from her as she felt the harsh pull of gravity, but she managed to stay aloft. On wobbly legs, she moved towards the sleeping fae, just barely making it within range before she collapsed. Teeth clacked together audibly and she groaned before using her claws to pull herself closer. Asla remained on the stone floor of the den, but she reached out and gave Duchess a shake; one hard enough that she was sure to rise. "Wake up," the dying woman growled. It wasn't a request.

"Aslatiel Indarra"