Blackfeather Woods Angel of small death

She shook her head at his inquiry. She had shirked every piece of responsibility she once had, she was a coward. Nowhere and nobody. she affirmed, the admission rolled off her tongue, melodic and smooth. 

She didn't know if she could return to that sort of life. She had to, realistically, if she wanted somewhere to continue her work and to be fed but—perhaps it was okay to run a little longer, prolong this.. weightlessness she felt. She let her muzzle touch to the inner side of his foreleg; trying to make up in small ways for prioritizing herself, she thought of nothing more than the satisfaction she could give to another, even if he left when all was said and done.