Singing Of Times Gone By

*Surreal* · 08-29-2014, 09:14 PM

She was so deep in thought, that at first, she didn?t register the sound of paws touching the ground and bearing weight, until they stopped. This made her look up, and her eyes landed on a frame she?d been longing to see ever since plunging into the sea, bearing her mother between herself and Alsander, Falk. He looked as though he wasn?t sure he was really seeing her. But soon, the male was charging toward her, and she braced herself for the anger, the condemnation of her abandonment of him. It never came.

Instead, he slowed, as he reached her, and almost cautiously reached out to embrace her. She couldn?t hold herself back, and met him half way. A moment later, he dropped like a pile of rocks to the ground. And he was crying. She still expected him to berate her for vanishing, but the words that tumbled out between sobs were anything but. She had wondered if he would move on. Find a new mate. How could she have been so blind about one so stalwart. ?Oh Falk? I?m so sorry.? Her nuzzle sought the russet cheeks, tongue daring to snake out and caress the fur.

A soft cry left her, her own eyes welling. ?I should have found you, told you what was going on. But ohh, Falk. Mother was so bloody, all I could think of was getting her out of there.? Her nose buried itself in his scruff, her lean frame shaking. Was it possible to feel so wretched, and yet so joyful? He still wanted her, that was clear, and yet she had left him hanging, clueless to her whereabouts. How could she ever make that up to him? ?I?m so sorry.? It was almost a wail.

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Singing Of Times Gone By

Surreal