Witch's Marsh hearts / wires

:D !!

just as was requested, dinah followed.
what else was she supposed to do? mulherin had remained entirely reticent, dragging her wordlessly away from the shelter of the grove to... wherever the hell this was. it stunk and it was hot. her paws are slick with mud, and humidity clings to her pelt and makes her feel hideous.
but she follows regardless. her attention is solely upon him, almost obsessively, attuned to every move he makes, the thud of his heart. she ignores the screaming that drums against the back of her mind, begging her to run; what the fuck was she getting herself into? what was so wrong with him, and why wouldn't he tell her? what had that lady been talking about?
what was the sickness?
when mulherin finally stops to rest, dinah herself is weary and panting rather miserably. he curls against one of few trees that had dry earth beneath them, and so she does the same, dropping to her belly and settling down at his side. she tucks her face close to his shoulder, one arm wrapped around his ribs, and she stays there silently. just holding him.
because she wished someone had been there to do this for her when she needed it.