Blackfeather Woods Say Goodbye everyone

As an estranged howl surfaced throughout the forest, her ears twitched furiously. It was broken, or breaking, haunting and dejected. It reminded her horribly of the howl that sounded at Meldresi's rest, shocking her to the core. What was happening? Thoughts raced through her head at lightning speed as her feet traveled at close comparision to meet the call. Her nose sniffed for the bitter scent of death, yet nothing surmised. Blood and barf soon hit her, heightening her worry. Yet, it only took seconds to realise it was someone she hadn't even met. She had smelt his scent once or twice in the last few days but had not sought verbal connection. It was too late now, the sadist in her revealed. Mikasi and Burke had already arrived at the scene, their scents just reaching above the sour one of vomit and sickness. The wolf lay down, its chest heavily falling. He was dying, it was plain to see. She caught words of departure, and found herself walking slower to the male. 

It pained her to see suffering among those she vowed to protect, and would have offered to end it quickly had Burke not been there. She didn't need anyone to see what she was or what she thought, but she would not allow Oli to bleed out for long, it was inhumane to make him suffer like that. But she would not say anything like that now, for Mikasi was obviously starting to grieve the inevitable loss. On her own, she found herself needing something, someone to be there with her as yet another soul left Blackfeather woods forever. Where was Kove? She found herself scanning the surrounding forest for a glimpse of the Inuit male. With no sighting, her eyes flickered back to Oli. All the torment made her question what she was doing wrong that made so many leave. She should have sought out the male and welcomed him to the dark woods, she should have known he was sick or - or something. It was something that could have been prevented and yet it still happened. 

While truthfully Oli never connected with her and she would not grieve him like she did Meldresi, the weight of death close to home struck her deeply. By now, her presence was clear and hopefully reassuring to the male in the time of his death. Nodding her head in the direction to Burke was her only greeting to the other's. It wasn't about them, it was about a soul she had, and maybe they had, taken for granted. In the end, they all did. She would never look over anyone again nor forsake what she had. She just couldn't. Her eyes still held the same coldness to them, yet inside told a very different story unreadable to others.