Unforgivable

She wanted Fern. She wanted that beautiful little girl more than she even wanted to live. To show her the world and all the fascination within it, but she would never be able to. Listless gaze would Half open as she watched Alpine follow her to the dewy grasses, his form sliding next her her own. Her tears were drying from dehydration, still she would feel ghostly tears running down her cheeks as he nuzzled her softly. Saying her name he would focus her grieving thoughts upon his voice, and not the alluring sound of Fern's lyrics. He was there with her, his flesh was pressed to hers keeping her rooted to reality. She was still alive, she still had breath within her body. He would encourage her to continue one, he promised her a life of encounters worth staying for. Of bringing honor to Fern's name by continuing on and showing she could make it no matter what was thrown at her. It all hurt so bad. Like her very heart had been torn from her chest as she realized Fern was gone. How could she continue on with the wretched pain that consumed her very being? She would feel the tiny droplets that fell from his muzzle, they were not tears for her daughter but they were wholly for her. For Twig's life, he wanted her to live and to make her baby proud.?

A strangled whine would leave her as she pulled through to realize the truths he was speaking. She had to push through, to find her inner strength to take the pain and sorrow and keep living on. For the one who would never be able to. Fern would still be there waiting when Twig's time came, she had told her herself that they would be together again someday. She couldn't take the easy route. She wasn't that wolf. "But it hurts so. Bad. Alpine," she would stutter as her resolve would continue to grow steadily. She would find herself pushing into his touch as a way to ease her suffering. She would feel the unceasing agony, seemingly never ending press upon her more. Still, she would not and could not take the easy way. He features would push into the base of his neck, her breaths coming in raggedly as she fought for control of herself. She was facing a battle against terrible anguish, and she felt as though she were losing.?