Sanguine Cove Its almost time to say goodbye

I think I need help, cuz I'm drowning in myself

For @Nash<3

Everyday was getting more and more difficult. The warming weather wasn't bringing its usual relief and a whisper deep within her soul told her it was almost time to say goodbye. It pained her to think about but she knew they would all be just fine without her. Her more grey than black muzzle pulled back in a small smile. They had accomplished so much and their numbers were bolstered once more. With more children, well grandchildren and great grandchildren now in her case. A small sigh was given in acknowledgement that these youngin's, who she already loved so much, would not be greeted by her in the physical world. Never being a super religious or spiritual woman Moon still liked to believe that there was something for after. Where Tagg, their unborn children, her parents, Namid, Tulip and everyone she'd ever lost would be waiting for her. And that one day when its time for those who she's leaving behind she'll be waiting to greet them once again.

Her large paws delicately made their way to the lake shore where she settled into a warm sunny patch of grass. She tilted her head back and gave a call for her inky son. In her younger days she would have sought him out but now? Now she was tired just from that short walk from the den to the lake. It was time for him to know what her soul has been whispering to her. She wouldn't and couldn't just leaving him without a warning. Not with a litter so close to being born. She didn't know when exactly but knew it was going to be soon...very soon.

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The days were growing longer and his wife was growing wider and the old excitement of a new litter was creeping up on him. Even though he'd done this before, twice now, Nash couldn't wait to meet his newest children. He wondered what they'd be like, if they would be wandering souls like his middle daughter or steadfast like his youngest. He wondered if Matos would have any brothers or remain the only son. So much potential, and he and Aquene hadn't yet decided on a name...

He was loathe to wander too far from the den, ready to be at his wife's side at a moment's notice. She was so tired all the time now... He worried.

When he heard his mother's call he was quick to rise and trot toward her, ears flicking in apprehension. There was something in her voice that sent a trickle of unease down his spine, a breath of chill wind from winter's heart. "Hey mom," he said gently as he reached her, running his nose across the top of her head and licking her ear affectionately.

"Oh, it won't rain all the time, The sky won't fall forever, And though the night seems long, Your tears won't fall forever."

Unsurprisingly, she wouldn't have to wait long for him as her youngest son answered her call swiftly. A small smile crept onto her more salt than pepper maw at his arrival. She had always enjoyed the company of her children for they held and extra special place in her heart. His affectionate greeting was met with a hum within her chest. "Hello love." she responded gently and lovingly, taking a moment to decide whether to cut right to the chase or beat around the bush a bit.

She chose the former. A few moments of silence passed between them before she started with a small sigh. "It's no secret that I'm no longer gettin' old but that I already am..." she paused her ghostly gaze moving from his familiar emerald to the cool blue of the lake. There was no easy way of saying what's in her heart, bones and soul. "There's been a whispering deep within me. I think its yer father callin' me..." the elderly Eastfall woman trailed off once more to let Nash process the information she had just given him. She had had more time to process while he hadnt. She knew it wouldnt be easy for him but she couldnt just leave, not like Tulip, not that it was her fault. Moon was much older than her adopted daughter, something she had been blessed with after a lifetime of trauma and losses. But sadly all good things had to come to an end.

 

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Nash settled beside his mother, close enough for their fur to brush without fully leaning into her side. Still his unease weighed on his shoulders, and soon she spoke and he knew why. He listened quietly, wanting desperately to tease and sooth "no you're not" but he kept his mouth shut, eyes on the ground between his paws.

He knew this time was coming. How could it not be? In a few weeks she would be ten, an age so few wolves made it to. She'd met so many grand children, seen the loss of so many loved ones... and still had so much knowledge to impart. The time thumped on with the beating of his heart and it wasn't enough - would never be enough.

He swallowed. "I know," he murmured not having the heart to tell her he'd noticed the stiffness in her bones, how much she slept. He could see it in her eyes, in the set of her shoulders. She wasn't old, she was nearly ancient, and time caught up to them all.