Twisted Slough i wish you'd die in the mire

He hummed, nuzzling into the dryer fluff of Cormorant's neck, swimming in the deep, uneasy breaths it pulled from him. Am I? That's not a common occurrence. Magpie’s voice had taken on a condescending bite, belittling the wolf with just its inflection. His eyes threatened to flutter shut as comfort warmed his bones, too easily swept away by the feeling. He remained conscious still, however, if only barely by his need to control, a heavy sigh breathing words through his teeth. I won't be for long.

He shifted against the flaxen lump beneath him, purely to remind Cormorant he was here to stay for as long as Magpie could manage. A stomach churning smile crept over his muzzle, slightly evident in his tone, though he didn't personally mind. You used to enjoy my company quite a bit. Don't you remember? He raised his head the slightest bit, huffing a tender laugh over the other's cheek. I remember. You were so lonely, so vulnerable..

His breath hitched, the audible tell of a passing thought caught between his teeth. Still missing mommy and daddy?