Redhawk Caldera [m] spring breeze

Sometimes it’s too much to heal.

Seal didn’t know quite how she felt about that statement. That some wounds were incurable.

Growing up, no hurt couldn’t be mended. Sialuk, Alaric, Fennec, Kukutux… they all possessed incredible talent. To think there were wounds too grievous to heal? That sometimes there were no happy endings? That a wolf might carry pain forever and pray for time to weaken its bite?

A piece of Seal’s childhood naivety withered, then…. her gaze darkened.

At the same time, it lifted the great responsibility that burdened the young woman. She had always felt anxious to know it all, solve every problem, and get it right – trapped in a scarcity mindset. Yet, now, Bridget revealed there would be, inevitably, some things she would never get right by the nature of their cause.

She took a big draught of air and then sighed. This topic was heavy.

“Time,” Seal agreed as she took Bridget’s lesson to heart.