The Tangle She says the joys of life are lost among the living

He had little pride about leaving, which at least settled her annoyance slightly. But it bothered her still to see that he wouldn’t try to reason with her. He seemed to have no fight at all in him, though perhaps he was simply a wolf who at all costs would rather submit than voice an argument. 

She stiffened when he spoke, but chose not to respond. She wanted to know what was important to him- but she got the feeling that he might be the sort of wolf who put the needs and wants of others far above his own. He seemed to hint that the children might only matter to him if it mattered to her- and that wasn’t enough. She wanted him to want more, without wanting more from someone else as well. 

She didn’t linger long. As soon as she could will herself to move, she turned her back on him, driven by one breath which she held as long as she could. When she opened her mouth, agony spilled out, and trickled through every inch of her body until the sound of the crashing waves was loud enough to drown it out.