Moonspear Caught in all, the stars are hiding

There was nothing quite like being hugged with everything someone had while you cried, and as Charon did, Maia could almost pretend it was her dad there instead, comforting her like he had when they were pups.  Of course she knew tradgedies happened, and she'd heard a ton of stories from other wolves whose families had fallen apart.  She'd just never expected it to be her story.  She'd never experienced loss like this, and everything in her struggled to cope with her entire world crashing down.

Dad, mom, Cori, Cass, the pups.  It was too much.  She cried into Charon until she couldn't cry anymore, and then she slowed into shuddering, halting breaths, but stayed where she was, eyes closed.

Finally, she calmed down enough to realize that this entire thing was totally not good.  Charon was her friend, but she hadn't meant to completely fall apart on him.  This wasn't her.  I'm sorry, she finally said, breaking the silence.  He'd told her it was fine, but that didn't actually make it fine.  We were supposed to do stories.  She sniffed, but didn't try to get up.  It was dumb to be upset about that maybe, after the news she had just given him.  He was probably upset too.  But she'd just wanted this visit to be fun, and it wasn't, and that wasn't fair at all.