Silver Creek Thinking of You

Spring sat alone under a silver maple early in the morning to think about the pups that she had pushed out of her mind for so long.  Marlin, Jaycee and most of all Hazel.  If she had been more careful would at least Hazel still be with her today?  Maybe.  Her sweet agouti colored pup had died to young.  A soft sad smile light Spring's features as she remembered how much Hazel had looked just like her, yet Spring's sweet little girl had had a much different personality.  Hazel had been so outgoing, so determined, so... wise for her age.  The pup had been beyond her years... but now all of her time was up.  Hazel was dead and she was never coming back to the land of the living.  Ever.  Spring whinned, and stood, beginning to walk through the Creek, her home, her terrian.  A bsign escaped the Alpha.  If only.

Spring walked for quite a while, till the sun was high in the sky to signal that it was afternoon.  Afternoon... that had been Hazel's favorite time of the day.  Her pup had lounged around at these hours taking in the warmth of the sunlight.  She had been very calm, but now she was gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Spring sat once more as she padded under another tree, to cool down in the shade.  She wondered if Hazel would have approved of who she was know.  Spring hoped she knew the answer.