Whitebark Stream oh, bojack, no. there is no other side. this is it.

the wraith to drift forth at her summoning is certainly not the sable heft of her papa and she fights back the disappointment stirring in her chest. there are many possible reasons, he could be deeper in the territory or perhaps out hunting! or maybe busy with his new family, perhaps he does not care that his past is calling when his future stares back. her jaw grits as she works hard to ignore the hiss of that serpentine drawl. her weight shifts from paw to paw, unable to tame the impatience rolling from her as his steps seem to move him forth at an insufferable pace. 

when deep, doleful eyes press upon her, she suddenly wants to push him back far, far away from the borders. eyes sharpen dangerously, heart fluttering anxiously at the dejected spectre before her. her skin prickles and ears fall flat as the silence writhes between them. why is he staring at her like that? why does he look like that? why is he staring at her as if...no. no fucking NO. she wants to scream at him, tell him to stop that- spark some light in that gaze right now! wants to turn and run away, run far far away...so that those eyes could never drop unspoken tears upon her soul again. 

he speaks, and it is as if she can see the words floating across the air towards her. like seeing someone about to land the killing blow yet being helpless to stop it, forced to simply watch and wait for it to hit you. 

'i'm sorry'

her breath hitches as eyes grow comically wide at the uttering. she's not an idiot, it's clear as day what he's implying and yet...as she struggles against rolling nausea; hysteria offers up welcoming arms. so welcoming for, to fall into that treacherous embrace and be hugged tight is the only option to save her from the clamouring, screaming monsters of shadow building with terrifying vehemence in her skull. so as she blinks incredulously at this man, it is a sharp laugh that tears forth from bared teeth and she scoffs; voice too loud, too sharp. a blade outrunning the true monster holding tight to its handle. "why be sorry, nothing..nothing has happened!" yes that is right, yell it polaris, scream it. NOTHING has happened, if she tells the world that. demands that of the earth then surely, it will be true yes? yes, her posture relaxes somewhat.