Bloom

The breeze was getting fast, blowing into her face and making her eyes squint a bit. She raised her head, looking at the little bits of the cosmos peaking out of the clouds. The stars gleamed like polished gems against the backdrop of pure, black velvet. It must be so easy to be a star. Out in space, just watching the centuries go by. It would be so much simpler.

Here she had to deal with life. With the crushing weight of living, the consequences of the person she'd become. Again, like the day she'd brought the deer down, she felt everything push down on her, drowning her in nothing but negative thoughts. She didn't even think about the pups she could have, and how perfect they would be, because she was to smothered by everything bad.

She shook her head, trying to shake away the dark thoughts, but they just kept pushing until she let them back in. Just the other day, one of her packmates had broken down to tears because of what another pack member had done and she felt she had no power to do anything about it. It made her heart hurt. How could she think of good things when it seemed her life was falling apart, tearing at the seams?