Late morning, broken clouds, 64F/18C
The day was beautiful, sun filtering in and out of the clouds as the world warmed up despite the fact that many of the trees were beginning to change colours. The woman lay with her head in her paws falling in and out of sleep as she had been doing for days at this point. The pain in her ears had strangely grown dull, but so had everything around her. Hearing was muffled, her whole body ached, but mostly she felt a type of tired that she had never experienced before. It went deep, ran through her veins with every heartbeat, every breath felt like a sleepy sigh.
She knew it was time, and she was okay with that. She had lived a long enough life, had three beautiful children and had gotten to know real love with Jethro. She had traveled from her birth pack and lived in a true paradise, hell she had achieved things she had never thought possible and led for a little while. She only wished that she had been able to have Caspian and Jethro back here with her.
Internally she warred, not wanting to cause any more trauma than her family already had and also deeply not wanting to be alone. In the end it was the latter that won and the agouti woman lifted her muzzle to the sky for one final time and sang out her song, long and sad, filled with goodbyes and things that she didn’t know how to put into words. Then she felt her eyes begin to flutter close, but she fought against it, needing to see her children before she couldn’t see anything anymore.
She loved them, and she needed them to know.