Otatso Wetlands where will you go

Tears welled, but she tried her best to hold them back. It seemed too early to give up. Too early to go. But she was a realistic creature, and she knew that the likelihood of her survival was thin. Poor.

All she had left was her voice, and she called out to the earth with it.
Then she'll be a true love of mine..
As she sang, her voice quivered, fell apart between words. 

She saw a wolf then, her harbinger of death. Surely, he had followed the scent of her so to kill her when the white one could not. The tears welled over, spilling down her cheeks as she looked at this voice of death, who did not know what he was killing. His eyes were gleaming as wolf eyes do. His fur was like chocolate, and she thought it was a nice look to a poor excuse for a death.
Then he spoke, and she had nothing to lose in answering.

I will die soon, wolf, she said. Laying upon her said, her voice felt weak, whispering. It's fitting that one of you acts as death, since one of you did this to me, she said quietly. It wasn't accusatory, but merely factual. Her voice felt weak, and she felt ready. This would surely be her end.