Silver Creek your gonna sing the words wrong

Her mind searched for a reasonable response to the gentle woman’s question – her pale eyes studying her with the desperate potential that perhaps she had found a friend and ally she could trust – the loneliness she felt now was more hollow than the empty ache of food in her belly. “Yes,” she answered, her own response having meant to be spoken with a finality and confidence, and yet only a shaky whisper was given to the wind. Dejected, hungry and heartbroken, Gaia’s muzzle tipped lower, her eyelids now fluttering shut as she heaved a sigh.