Hushed Willows Kindle the fire before it snuffs out

The mood had turned sour and the red she-wolf wanted nothing more than to turn back time. She decided then that her favorite version of Tuft was the happy, vivacious male that he was moments before. It saddened her immensely to know that Tuft also experienced family loss and the pain that followed. 

“That is absolutely awful…both the way you’ve lost your family and the way you came upon us. Boone is a good man, I’m glad you trusted him. We owe a lot to him—and Reverie, as well.” She returned the nuzzle, taking a deep breath and sank into his fur as she let it go. Her mind was a cacophony of thoughts, none of them good. This would end, this moment with Tuft; men just seek her for their own pleasure, never hers. It truly wasn’t even about pleasures of the body, it was about the pleasure of the mind, the heart…the soul.

Could he give her that? Would she even allow that after all that she has been through? Her heart felt boggy, solid enough to know that she still has one, but too soft and unsteady to support another’s. She wanted to, a small part of her begged mind and body to comply, just one more time. Her mind and her body respond with more time, please, just more time…alone.

And she hated herself for what she was about to do.

She pulled away once more, an apologetic shadow darkening her eyes as she spoke, searching his amber eyes for understanding. “Tuft, I…I have to be honest with myself and you. Today was really fun, and I enjoyed myself for the first time in—well, I don’t even know how long—but, I don’t know if I’m…ready…to…” Do what? What were they even doing that was so nerve wracking to her? 

Comforting each other as two lost souls should, right?