Blacktail Deer Plateau Under the moons waning gaze

Blue turned into the touch and gave him a small lick across the muzzle. Hello Atticus I was looking for you. I wanted to check on you. She tilted her head and looked at him with keen green eyes, waiting or maybe hoping for an answer to an unspoken question. Was he going to be okay? Or was he so grief stricken he didn’t know. She would do her best to offer comfort in the best way she knew how, but even she wasn’t sure how to approach such a terrible thing. She had never dealt with any death’s close to her. Yes her mother was dead, she had seen her father he had told her, but she had not been there so that grief was a bit numb.

This type of grief though, the type the ripped up your insides and force fed your heart out of your chest, this grief was new and it hurt. However, she was doing her best to be the support that the two brothers needed, one was her best friend and one she felt was so much more.