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The truth is that she was overwhelmed by how quickly her life was changing.
That she is terrified by the idea that her pups would bear the multitude of her mistakes.
That Louis is a piece of home, a comfort she wasn’t ready to surrender.
That Fig inhabits all of her senses. 

Is she allowed to feel this all at once? Does it make her dishonest? Is it what he wants to hear?

She wishes instead to make a promise- that she will not let him die even if they are not soon again to meet, that she will value him always. So once she’s trailed him to the edge of the rippling veld she’ll break into pant and settle her paws at the cusp of land where again their paths will split.

“Louis!” She’ll call after his departing silhouette, “Not knowing you is impossible to me.” With her silver eyes she casts him a smile, then sets forth a vigorous howl. It’s a farewell, it’s a promise to not forget him.