Sex: FemaleShe knew that he didn’t have much time left.
That she didn’t have enough time left with him—to tell him off and to thank him.
It would all be over soon. There was nothing left for her to say. Nothing she could do. It wasn’t like she could piece together his broken body… it was far beyond that. Hell, she just hoped she didn’t go out like this… or maybe she was supposed to… she was a mountain wolf after all. Quickly she blinked away her thoughts, her scarlet brows pinching tight as she nestled closer against his battered body. The warmth of the blood-stained rock, while gruesome, was almost comforting. It helped her ignore the fact that his body was growing colder with each passing second.
Don’t be scared … and always assume someone is sneaking up on you.”
It was good, sound advice. She just wished it did not have to be the last words he’d ever speak. Her breath hitched once more as he buried her nose into the scruff of his fur. Tears continued to spill down her cheeks but she didn’t care. Not anymore. I miss you already, you jerk, she breathed into his fur despite her words falling on deaf ears. She would remain there until the sky turned black; her russet body curled against his broken frame. Perhaps, when the morning sun kissed the mountain, she would seek a place to bury him. Maybe ask her father to help. But for now she wanted to spend a few more moments alone with him… before he was truly gone forever…
Fade — thread complete.