Falls of the Hinterlands Mama, we're meant for the flies

She stopped all motion.
The coldness hit deeper than the water ever could.
That gaze...cold and harsh.
She did wrong, she knew.

Her ears slicked back, tail tucking.
A monster? Another woman? Where had he been? Someone took her son from her!
Her lips trembled, silent as he continues with those words hurting and cutting deeper like a lash of a whip.
His voice broke her. A soft whine of despair. She could have saved him, right? He thought so. Why didn't she?
"I....I.." Her voice trembled and faltered. All she could hear was the water, the wind. All she could ee was her boy.
Valour.
Bright and mighty.

"I'm sorry." She could only whisper. A quiet, timid response that certainly wouldn't suffice. She couldn't explain right now, the shock hitting her deep like a kick to the stomach. She wanted to tell him she thought he was safe, and she'd called for hours for him before finding her husband's broken body.
But no words came.
Only tears.

And she knew he hated her.