Wheeling Gull Isle Bears - beets - Battlestar Galactica.

The ask wasn't easy. It was the hardest thing she'd ever contemplated. She draped her neck across Heda and sobbed, tears falling to the sand. It didn't seem possible to forgive herself.

How d'you know Mireille? she asked, finally, drawing her head back and looking with red-rimmed eyes toward the welcoming wolf.

She felt as if she were stone sinking into the sand.

Perhaps a moment of levity could cast her upright, to make her feel still alive.

A story.

Wraen, help me. . .