Oak Tree Bend better days will come

Jessie’s words hung in the open silence but the scout was sure that she had made the correct decision. Sahalie was too young to need to know about death, much less understand it. None the less, the woman’s words had a negative effect on the pup. Jessie cursed herself for being so careless and felt the little dark one beginning to shake. It reminded her of when she had felt like she was dying and she had needed to touch of someone. Luckily, someone had been there to hold her and now the Tainn felt like Sahalie needed her to do the same thing. Jessie felt the little pup press tighter against her belly.

Lifting her head, the small woman peered down at the child, tilting her head curiously at the hurt that her words had caused. Guilt resonated in her heart and the broken woman pressed a kiss against the child forehead before curling her neck in a protective arch around her. Words were never something Jessie had been gifted with unless it had to do with business and it appeared as though she had once again failed. The only comfort she had ever known was touch and the Scout could only hope that this would be true for the little girl as well.