Redhawk Caldera a drop filled with memories

"No," Meerkat answered miserably, leaning into Fennec as she came closer. "She... she..." Her lip wobbled, her voice wavering. Another quiet sob wracked her but she didn't give up, trying to steel herself with a breath long enough to get out the words, even as the tears continued. "She died." It came out as a ragged whisper and the sandy she-wolf cried harder for it, her breath hitching as her eyes closed, which did nothing to stem the tears flowing.

Crying, she found, was a lot like sneezing. You could try to stop it or control it but it was mostly involuntary. Right now, Meerkat didn't even make an attempt. It hurt, deeply, to think of Toad's horrible death. It hurt even more to think of the end of her life. Thinking about it was certainly what provoked this reaction and it was all far from pleasant. But it also felt like releasing the pain and, by that measure, provided a small relief.