Blacktail Deer Plateau in the shape of a heart

Blue strode from the den having spent a good chunk of time taking care of Atticus, trying to get him to respond in some way and he didn't. She took care of him though to the best of her abilities refusing to give up on him, she wouldn't, couldn't do that to him. He meant far to much to her and the plateau. However, she needed some time to refresh herself to cry maybe a little away from prying eyes. It hurt her to have him not respond, and though she knew he couldn't help it, it still hurt. And she worried for his head and his brain, a fall like that well there was nothing they could do, but care for him and wait and watch. he would either become responsive eventually again, after the whatever inside had time to heal or his body would shut down and he's slowly suffocate. It was scary, but she was doing her best to keep a stiff upper lip.

She found herself on the far side of the pack lands, and she sat leaning large body against a tree and there she let herself feel everything and feel the self pity and the longing and the pain and everything else swirl and swim until it was all there for the world to see in the form of tracks down the femmes face. She simply sat then, emotionally spent and heart broken.