Ankyra Sound [m] Our Lady of the Underground

She kept her eyes shut, though the light began to seep in to the thin line between her eyelids, no matter how hard she squeezed them shut. She felt Swordfish sigh, and leaned into his last touch, but was left wanting for more when he stood to make his leave. Even then, she did not open her eyes- she did not want to see him leave again, for fear that she might bolt after him. 

Her pack needed her; and he seemed drawn elsewhere. 

She did not see the longing in his features, but she felt it, somehow. Once his pawsteps faded from her range of hearing, she finally opened her eyes, blinking against the crimson of the dawn. She felt glorious...And she felt bereaved. She pulled forth the strength passed through generation after generation of strong, Sapphique women- and rose to her feet as had so many before her, and made her way back home.