The Bracken Woods the end of the world was quiet

thank you!

claw and fang and snap; she was rewarded with a weak cry. but the brute was wise, all too wise, all too knowing. she burnt memnoch with a hungry stare and turned away. not daring to breathe even as blood began to trickle, the white fox pondered that he had seen her face  close before she went off with the serpent.
it was the next morning before memnoch allowed himself the belief that she was gone; he unfurled his torn cramped flesh and fell with a gasp from the protecting tree. and he too went away, struggling toward the mountains even as once more his tongue began to collect the taste of ash.