Hoshor Plains A dying boys wish

@Knew hope you don't mind, I re-wrote this haha. I didn't like how it was the first time :')

The man seemed to break down amongst the snow, but the expression on his face was, from this distance between them, unreadable. A step back was the movement she made, prickles of anxiety stinging at her paws as a desire to flee took hold of her heart. With her own suffering, she was unsure she would be able to bear anyone elses troubles upon her shoulders, and she did not wish to be more of a let down than she believed herself to be already. The dove had nobody to pull her up, to steady her, the darkness the only friend that offered a hand for her to take. But the darkness was not much of a friend, she had discovered.

Still the pale girl stood there, frozen in place, unable to bring herself the courage to move. Perhaps she should leave now - the stranger that had pinned her to the snow and taken from her what she did not wish to give away left an agonizing reminder that to stay was often the worst choice she could make. She would not forget that day for the rest of those she survived. But there was something so painfully paralysing about watching this man weep his sorrows and collapse in the powder that coated the cold ground. Surely no good would come of staying. As she was about to at last take her guilty leave, the mournful cry of a name reached her soft ears and she halted in place. Gwen, he called, and the word upon his lips caused a shocking thrum of her heart. Of course she recognised the name - it was her name. Had been her name. But she was unsure whether or not she was that wolf anymore.

An idea popped into her head, as sudden as the rapid snap of a twig. But no, it could not be. The icy grip of anxiety, uncertainty, fear, wrapped in coils around her roughly torn heart and she gulped audibly, blue orbs widening. Around the dove spun, a gentle whine releasing from her muzzle. Knew? Surely this was not him. The wolf's head rolled limply to the ground, as if all hope had evaporated and the pain he felt had been too much for him to handle. With a pained, almost hopeful sparkle in her sorrowful eyes, frozen heart pouding against her chest, she approached. Her neck and shoulder where the male had torn with his yellow teeth stung as she moved, but her ghostly, lithe and petite form drifted closer in time to hear an apology. An apology, one that seemed so sorrowful in nature that her barely beating heart cracked slightly. As if it was not broken enough already.

Him. He was so similar in appearance, almost the exact picture of Knew in her mind if not for the distraught eyes that dulled as he lay there. More steps drew her closer, and when she was finally standing still above him, a strangled sob fell from her white maw as she peered down at the figure limp in the snow. "K...Knew?" She croaked, voice feeling rough and foreign against her throat. She was painfully aware that she should not get her hopes frawn high when it was likely to end in more hurt and disappointement, but the form of the male reminded her too much of him, and she could not leave without discovering if this was indeed who she believed it to be.