If I cross the Line

Fragile pointed paws slog over the terrain. Wildflower eyes barely caught any details of the world around her. The whispy lengths of fur over her ears, down her sides, and along her tail seem to drape off her slender body as if it weighed a ton.

She stopped at the border of the Cryer's Ravine and not wanting to cause any trouble between packs she asked her traveling companion to please lay Scald's body here. She'll get someone to help... further. She could barely look at Ezekiel, she was grateful for his assistance though. Maybe in another life, or maybe in another time she would have drawn her tail over his shoulder as flirtatious thanks. He had even saved her from falling debris. But not today. She thanked him softly and sent him on his way.

As she sat at the border, she hollowly watched the empty body of the galactic male. As if trying to catch any hint that he was still there. A subtle breath... Anything. She knew she was squeezing stars by hoping. She closed her eyes against the image of him.

She tilted her chin to the sky.

Her voice reached up and sang, hollow and wet, long and low, mourning colored every note.