Overture Downs oh, i think you're standing on my left foot

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‘You can’t touch me,’ his daughter had said—it was an introduction to a conversation that would hammer his heart further than he had ever thought possible.

A paw swiped down his face in that moment, the summer heat beckoning him to the creek, though he found himself moving further from it, despite its appeal. Keep moving—don’t think. It seemed the best approach.

Because his daughter was dying.

Lilitu. His first. Dying. From some random fucking stupid-ass disease.

And he couldn’t do anything about it.

Mae, blind. From some random fucking stupid-ass wanderer. Couldn’t do nothing about him, either.

His tongue bled—he had been biting it. A howl has gone up, and the swarthy wolf found himself coming upon it’s caller—pristine. Silver. Beautiful.

Allegedly not dying, nor blind.

Must have been fucking nice.