take these broken wings, and fly

Cecily was so confused. She had stumbled away from her meeting with Bass feeling utterly at a loss with her life, only to discover that her entire life had been turned on its head. There where strange scents in Valhalla and even stranger wolves. She did not know where her family was and had run confused from pack lands, hoping to grab a trail of Bass's scent so he could make everything in Valhalla right ? if if he had hurt her himself in heart and mind. Instead she would hear the sound of Val's voice calling out to her, his warm tones a bright light in her darkness and the moment she heard that call she could breath again. She ran with the run, perhaps faster then she ever had before until he was within her sights. She would leap forward, embracing him, her long gangly legs denying her the comfort of his chest that she had enjoyed as a younger pup. She buryed herself in him regardless, as of yet incapable of uttering a word.



Instead of speech she would offer tears, they would start out slow with a hiccup and a sniff and then they where pouring out of her. She buryed her head further into his chest until she could barely breath through his fur and all she could taste and scent was his familier aroma. ?D-d-d-dad? she hiccuped. ?I-i-i-i- d-d-d-id-d-nt want him to l-l-leave me? she choked out.

"Speech"