Porcupine Ridge amygdala

no, came her thought, and then "no" climbing softly out of her throat. teya foud she did not not want to be alone; she shook out her fur from the downpour and attached herself to the sorrow in the woman's words. closer now, closer to see that splotch of something unknowable.
"stay." and now teya's true reality of failure, an empathy too overbearing for her to consider leaving behind. extended to this girl as they both dripped with rain and stood with gazes locked, if teya succeeded in finding the other's expression.