Sun Mote Copse I'll be resting my eyes

Wiffle's words tore right through Eljay's heart. She was saying goodbye, everything was pointing in that direction, but he couldn't. She couldn't. No! Eljay choked out as he started to sob and tears started to stream down his cheeks. Wiffle, don't, I -- we need you, please! I love you! He begged as if his life depended on it, as if truly Wiffle could've just chosen to have stayed with them. .. please.. Eljay buried his face in Wiffle's fur and his body shook with violent sobs as his begging became less and less audible until it was no more than a hoarse whisper lost to the strands of her fur. .... please...

She asked for him to call but he was in no state to do anything of the likes. Eljay tried to get up, but he found his legs unwilling and unable. He managed to lift his nose. When he sang for the pack it was a bleak and torn apart melody wreaked by the rawest of pain; his voice was not clear or loud and cracked all around, and only those nearby might hear it at all.

Then he once more collapsed into Wiffle's fur. It wasn't the ending she deserved, and it wasn't the memory their children deserved either. But Eljay had never been very good at giving anyone what they needed, wanted or deserved. He could not even take care of himself in his moment; let alone his children or his dying mate.

It just wasn't fair. They had only just found each other...