Witch's Marsh Death doesn't let you say goodbye

For once the world stilled, and the ground felt firm beneath his paws. She grounded him in a way no other could, even his sisters had never held such a weight over him. The idea that she was here, standing in front of him and accepting him, brought him a closure that he hadn’t realized he had needed.

A strangled, and happy wet laugh dragged from his lungs, as she leaned into him. She was here, and she was real. Alive. Finally the tears fell, but not from sadness or despair. No, for the first time in a very long time, he was happy. Honestly and truly happy, straight down to his core.

“You’re really here.” He couldn’t bring himself to pull away, instead he whispered into her ear. Encapsulating them in a world that was purely their own.

“I thought…” He trailed off, the ache in his chest still present at the very thought that she had perished in the caves. “Oh god, Nanook.” He sob softly, pushing forward into a desperate hug.