Blackwater Islands the destroyer of nations

Thistle gives a soft smile at his words. Realizing she can no longer stay in this position, the pain is becoming unbearable. She slowly, achingly stands and studies him. She touches his pelt with her nose and gives him a gentle lick to his muzzle if he will allow. Honestly, just craving that one physical touch before the end.

She peers up at him and smiled. Thank you for listening to an old she wolf prattle. Your druids will come back. I am sure.

She backed up and began a slow pace towards Shield Maiden's sorrow in the bay. She felt it a fitting place to die, given that she couldn't remember where her husband's grave was.

She had no one to bury her, her body would feed the creatures of the wild. She thought about briefly saying where she was heading, but no. It was not his responsibility to take care of her body, besides why would it matter if scavengers picked at her corpse, she wouldn't be in it.