Lone Star Mountain [m] the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

She confirmed she was here for her.

Blossom fell into heavy sobs, raising her leg to hide her eyes.

I don’t want to die. She finally whispered around the edge of her own paw, tear-stained gaze finding the girl again. She looked at her a long time, before nodding.

S-Sometimes? She didn’t know what she heard. When she’d brought it up once to one of the wolves in the place they had lived for a little while, her and momma and dad, they had laughed. Such an imaginative Little thing, you’re just dreaming dear. If the voices were dreaming, she wanted to wake up.