Stone Circle endir

gonna fade this one here since his rip post is up

Age always has a way of winning.
For a time, Astrid does not say anything; tears pour, soft and full of fire, full of denial. This was not happening, could not be happening;
But it was. It was, and she knew that it was.
Her breath finds purchase somewhere through the fog. Ég elska þig svo mikið, pabbi, one paw reaches up to swipe at her cheek, the other still clutched tight to the frail, white-tipped knuckles of a father she will soon have to let go of. ég elska þig.
She nestles herself between jaw and shoulder, nose buried in the pinesap scent of his fur, and she listens intently to his breath as lungs rise and fall in his chest.