Mumma please

Inconsolable. A puddle in the mess of fur between son and husband. Try as she might to reel herself in the ache in her chest refused to relinquish her. She hardly heard the word Balrog told his father. She barely heard the words he spoke to her. But something in her mind was listening. Something in her mind was grasping at every breath of her beautiful son.

She kept softly shaking her head as he attempted to soothe her. Such a good boy, a faithful loyal son. She gently pulled his head within reach and pressed a tearful sorrow-filled kiss on his head. As she did to every child at bed time.

Sniffing and swallowing as much as she could she choked out the words after Bas dismissed him. Though she wanted to hold him and never let go he needed to know that his father had her.

"I-I'll be okay, m-my darling. Y-your dad has me. We'll be okay." She said weakly, trying her damndest to be strong. "I believe in you. I believe in you all." She managed to say finally. Releasing him, letting him walk back to the pack.

Her eyes were puffy and red, barely able to see. She'll fall apart more later, now she needed to face the music and speak with her husband.

She curled into the warmth of her beloved. Barely stemming the tide of tears. Tying to forge her inner strength to speak on it. She wanted to tear her fur out, scream at the skies, cry in anguish. Instead, she brought her breath into her focus. Shuddering still she looked up with red-rimmed eyes to Basilisk's face. One blond paw clutched the fur of her chest and the opal pheonix to steady her.

Her lips refused to stop trembling. "I thought... I'm sorry my Love- I... I feel like I failed you, I failed him... I failed Armada." Her chin fell more and more with every word until her eyes landed on his feet.

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