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The widow had gotten herself lost. Due to the thick, fluffy and unforgiving clouds she couldn't find the stars that usually led her home. The winter breeze blew through her thick fur, making her healed scar sting with the cold it brought. Her sunny eyes flitted as she blinked to keep the snow out of them, but she stood little ground against the approaching storm. Her legs were weary, her old body not as fit as it used to be. This vessel wouldn't hold much longer in the cold like this...

A figure stood in the distance, his silhouette seemingly towering and otherworldly to the tired female. B-Burke? She called out. Burke! She called again. He had to notice her, he just had to. This meant she could join him right? Finally be happy again?