Down for the mountain a cold wind blew, carrying with it a few small flurries of the last remaining snow to fill what was left of the hollow paw prints of a young wolf now gone. The heavy rumble of distant thunder spoke promises of a storm to come as the first heavy drops fell to wash the fading scent further away from the lands she had once called home.
Belladonna Aquila was gone. ~Prequel by Becuffin~
The angry wind whipped through her fur while the cold rain pelted against her, as she stood overlooking the landscape below her. She couldn't believe it. Gone just like that. Without any word, without any goodbyes, she was gone. The tears had seized, but she still felt her chest quivering with the last of her sobs. Belladonna had been as much her child as the ones inside of her were. Her dreams of her Bella playing with her children, her siblings, were now shattered. Was she okay? Was she ever going to come back? Was there anything that she could have done to stop her? The constant questions swarmed her as she stood against the wind, hoping that she could possibly see the tawny form coming back towards her.
Tonight was time for mourning; tomorrow could be her time to move on, if she was able to do so that is. From her maw came a mourning song of loss and abandonment as the full moon hung over her head. Within her song was a message for her family to come comfort and grieve with her.