Swiftcurrent Creek I'm dying to live in a world I don't belong

When I'm ready, I'll come home. I promise.
A promise she did not know if she could keep.
She swallows her cries, wipes the tears with the back of her wrist, and she leans in to hug him. Her arms find a place around his neck, paws tucked at the space between his shoulders. She did not know if she would ever get to do this again.
I'll see you later, Akavir. not goodbye; not goodbye, because she did not know if she could bring herself to say it.