Golden Glade skylark

@Tuuluuwaq <3

Her everything hurt, from the cracked pads of her paws, to the cramps of her entirely empty stomach. She didn’t remember when she’d last eaten, when she’d not resembled something stretched out, skin rippling over her ribs. She held her tongue out, trembling, to run over her nose.

Faun could not force herself to continue. The yearling’s legs wavered, ankles clicking, body shaking with pain that she was trying to push through. The girl gritted her teeth, pushing on through sheer determination. She would be safe soon. And until she was, she could not stop.

Her chest gave a pulse that was not from her waning health, a tug at her heartstrings, grief and guilt and a thousand other hateful things. She was the last to feel these things. The only one left who truly knew why. There were no more who grieved her specific grief. She lowered her head, focusing her eyes on her paws as they took shaking steps forward. If she focused on them, on movement, there was no room for grief, for pain. It existed still, but she was flying beyond it.