Bramblepoint (M) Old wounds leave big scars

His heart went out to her, he could see her indecisiveness and pain. At first he 
was just as clueless as her but then he knew their burial placement and names should be chosen. Although they would never get to hear 
their names, it would still bring dignity to their spirits. If allowed, 
Rye would lean down and lay his neck over Towhees' shoulders, gently
pulling her closer to him but not away from her pups. It was his only
offer of condolences, words would never be enough, nor excuse the tragedy.

.
'What could I have done better? I should have done more, I should've
been more useful instead of doing fucking nothing! I'm an idiot. A damn fool!' 
Quiet anger roared in his mind, thundering and clashing with his inner
self. 
.
His eyes averted from the pups and shut tight, sealed off from sight and 
light. Refusing to accept the what laid before him. Yet it was already burned
into his vision, no amount of blinking or staring at the cloudy sky removed
it. Instead of sulking, Rye took a deep breath and spoke. Moving his head in
order for Towhee to see. "Talk to me, it may  hurt like hell but I'm here to walk through it with you."
 His was kept voice soft, even if she could not hear it. He wanted her to cry, 

scream or get angry, anything that would kickstart the long road to healing.