Blackfoot Forest do you feel ashamed?

Lmk if the pp should be changed!!

He couldn't get up. Or maybe he wouldn't get up — and that thought inspired a hot burst of energy like flames spitting from between her teeth. Marina snapped wordlessly for his scruff, heedless of his wounds. She had said she would drag him, she had said it.

Later she would not be able to say where she had gotten the strength, nor how far she'd dragged him. She only knew that eventually the darkness opened into dim blue emptiness, slivers of light and whispers of mountain runoff and the edge of the water.

The water.

Marina threw her burden free into the shallows of it with a shriek, and her shoulder buckled, burning white and silvery-blue. Some far-away part of her that still possessed logic and the will to go on said: oh, now you've done it, you've torn something inside of yourself. It was lost in the turmoil of other thoughts, feral thoughts gone loose and frayed with grief.

The water had taken everything. Everything. Why not one last gift?

She lifted herself dripping from the water, laughing now, weeping. Take him, then, Marina spoke to the water, the first and last love of her driftwood life. You took everything else - why not him?

Or is this what I deserve? Him; the answer to my longing for a man I was never meant to have. A man I hardly knew, yes, and while his eyes were on me I scarcely remembered the husband who adored me. I was never content. So you took it all. You gave me this.

Take him, Marina nearly choked on the words, stumbling back from the water. Her foreleg would bear no weight upon it, her shoulder swelling quickly and turning stiff. Take it back.