March 11, 2018, 08:42 AM
The grieving mother, grandmother and Lady was fairing well in the vale they had chosen. Closed off from the world, she had claimed a ridge as her resting spot where the sun felt so nice and warm whenever it was around midday. Spring had come, she could smell it, but the stress of losing her lover had not gotten her into heat. She still had some time to, but she didn't even want to be in heat again without her Burke. No man would ever please her the way he had done.
She wandered through the vale then, wondering, looking. Nothing was on her mind anymore. She felt more dead than her mate's dead body.