Rising Sun Valley Leave me in the afterglow, the dew of dying stars

No no no no
Ophelia —
stop stop stop STOP STOP STOP —
Over and over, echoing; she didn't hear anything else. Even if she had, she would not have listened. Not to him. Reduced to instinct, the gilded girl would only recognize his presence as a source of hurt. Perhaps it was best, then, that she didn't recognize his presence at all. At least not now.
She stepped back again and sank to the ground, sitting numbly because she could do nothing else. Were she human, she would have drawn her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as if to shield herself, but she's a wolf so just picture the vibe okay. Her gift sat forgotten in the snow between them, glinting under snatches of sunlight as the clouds shifted. She didn't notice.