She'd watched as her mate's health took an even steeper decline after the revelation of his sister's death. Seeing him mourn her so deeply would cause a depression to take hold of her, secretly it would help to drain her strength. She'd long accepted that she would not reside within this plane of existence for very much longer. It was like a last secret that they would share wordlessly with each other, both would realize that their lives were coming to an end. The sickness would turn out to be too much for them, and with the added news of their loss their recovery had become an impossible hope. She only would wish that she might have been able to see her last litter into adulthood, though she would take comfort in knowing that they would be raised by their sister and that was enough to make her content.
The woman held no regrets anymore, she'd made amends with her children and had lived to see many grandchildren and even her first great-grandchildren. Novel had lived a rather full life, and though she would wish for just a bit more time the acceptance was obvious. This was the last of their days, but it was okay. She was tired of the pain she felt, how difficult it had become to breath. Her lungs would labor with every inhale and exhale, and she would thank her lucky stars that she had not been taken yet.
As the very beginnings of the day would start she'd feel her eyes flutter open weakly at the sound of her husbands voice, the sweetest sound she would ever hear as she took to behold his face. Her true love, the one wolf she was able to count on during the entirety of her time on earth. He was with her all through her life, and she found comfort knowing that they would be off to the next life together. She could never leave him, even if she ahd not fell ill with her mate she would not have lasted long after his departure. The pain of being without him would have been too much to bear. In reality, this was the way she would have chosen to go. Beside Dutiron. "Dutiron.." She'd wheeze back, her form struggling to get closer to him. Already a frigid cold had started to tickle her toes. Slowly the feeling would begin to envelope her paws and she knew that soon her spirit would be forced to leave her tired body. "Are.. you.." struggling to find her breath she would gaze lovingly into his eyes. "Are you ready?" She'd whisper softly as she nuzzled her features into his neck. For days she had waited for these last few hours. Relief would soon come to them.
