Blackfeather Woods No number, no return address

He looked away. She did chastise him, but he feared that he was right. He feared that he had made her miserable. He had long been cursed to oblivion. The Prince of Nothing, out to set fire to the lives of any that came into contact with him. Cella was dead. Aphrodite was dead. Juniper was probably dead. Lunaria was almost definitely dead.
It was maddening.
He should have felt humbled somehow, but he didn't. He was no source of happiness. If she was depending on him for the ray of sunlight she needed, she was looking in the wrong fucking place. But she had decided, and Takiyok decided what Takiyok be.
He had kept walking. In fact, his pace had quickened. Something like fear or anger or insanity clung to his steps. As she nuzzled him, he slowed for a moment, breathless. I don't understand why. But I probably don't need to. She had her reasons, he was sure. He probably wouldn't agree with any of them. Is there anything I can do? To.. help with... He broke off. He wanted to be able to help somehow to start up her heat. He didn't know how these things worked. As much as he knew about other species and their breeding cycles and all of that crap, he knew almost nothing about women and what their bodies did.