this is my death song.

The years she had spent with Bronze after reuniting had been the best. They had consummated their reunion shortly after claiming each other, bringing four lives into the world. They had lived in Seracia under the peaceful rule of Maverick and Epiphron, until their lives were uprooted by the war. After Bronze returned from Glaciem's prisoner stronghold, Silent had become more paranoid and weary of such drama among the various packs. She had then moved to Ludicael under Song's rule, then had Steel...her last gift to the world around them. Now, now she was exhausted and ready to go home.

Bronze found his way to her side, fatigue evident in every single part of him. She watched him with a tired gaze, emeralds slowly losing the life they had carried for so many years. Her form was curled in their den, where they could watch the water as it moved outside. Steel had been taking care of them, a task she wouldn't have wished on any of her babies at such a young age. Although it helped him hone his skills, she felt horrible for not being able to do it anymore.

Bronze's words met her ears and she sighed in resignation, head lowering to bump against his before resting beside it. "I am too, my angel," she whispered, tones failing to show the life that had once been in her body. Ears perked up as she met his gaze, emeralds showing the love she had carried for him for all of those years. Silent smiled tiredly, and for a minute, she looked like her young self...when they had first met. "You have been a wonderful husband and father," she said, the wrinkles forming around her kissers. "After all we've been through...I still cannot believe that you are mine." She turned her head and coughed, aches racking her ribs and causing her spine to shiver like her husband's. The sickness had taken over long before she knew it existed, but she was all right with it zapping the life from her. Nature had a funny sense of humor sometimes, but she didn't mind. Her life had been long, prosperous, and simply wonderful.