Bramblepoint (M) Old wounds leave big scars

The anxiety was ripping him apart, piece by piece, shred by shred, he
was left in a state of panic. Albeit quiet panic now, for his sake more
than Towhees'. It was all so agonizingly slow, watching his friend in aguish
was a hard sight to see, incapable to help in anyway that truly mattered.
His belly churned, twisting and writhing as he sat there, useless, worthless
and birdbrained. He did as Towhee asked, his lungs gulping in the air by the
gallon and expelling it with all the strength his body could muster. His head 
pounded with dizziness, wrecking his vison and balance by the end of his howl,
only dissipating after catching his breath; but since when did life have a happy
ending? Since when did help ever arrive in the nick of time? 
.
Stillborn. Its life whisked away with the wind and snow. Unfair and merciless,
nature left no stone un-thrown. It was unafraid to cast pain unto those who least
deserved it, twisting its knife without remorse. All the frustration left the males
body, replaced by grief. It may have not been his but a life lost, especially of this 
kind, was never easy to witness. "Towhee," He whispered in a dreary voice. Rye wasn't sure
what to expect from the female but he knew he needed to be there for her. 

"I'm sorry"