Blacktail Deer Plateau I don't wanna hate you

He pulled her to him—of course he did. And she sobbed.

She cried for the woman—she cried for herself, and the years of loneliness, and having found a cousin after all this time…

“It’s not okay,” she sobbed against his chest, burying her muzzle into him. “She just… She just up and died with no one she loved or knew to know." She tried to still her breathing—to not seem like a complete train wreck as bleary eyes glanced up at him—“Do you know how easily that could have been me, almost my whole life?”