Lost Creek Hollow the days are muted

The steps moved closer – there was a piercing cry, and Pippin could not help but completely fold in to himself further. It was then the rabbit dropped down – from the sky above, and the boy stared at it in awe. It was in pain – that was apparent. The angel finally came to him fully now – she appeared as if from a dream, her movement lithe, her features gentle.
 
And as he suspected, she was an angel of death, for her jaws clamped over the creature and ended it’s suffering.
 
Was this a sign? That he was to allow her to also end his suffering. He did not realize that she hadn’t seen him yet, and with a new surge of confidence, the young wolf lifted his golden head, his eyes bright as they squarely set upon her. “I’m ready,” he whispered to her, his voice raspy from months of misuse, his nose lifting up, exposing his throat – allowing her access to his life vein.