Stone Circle When it is time to close my eyes

She knew that this was imminent. She did, as much as she tried to ignore that ice-cold glare of fear. She had been stubborn. There was time, right? There was time. They could fix it.
She could fix it. She could fix him.
She hadn't left his side in weeks.
She hadn't been awake when he left the den.
No, no, it was not pabbi that woke her, but a blood-curdling screech of unadulterated terror that instantly had her stomach churning violently and her heart thudding and she had thrashed to break away from her siblings in order to make it out of the den in time.
He was gone before she got there.
She cannot feel her feet, her face, and her voice shatters as she screams one name, an instinctive, wretched call: @Tauris!
And, suddenly, she is silent. Eerily so. Terrifyingly.
She wriggles beside Bonnie and sweeps herself in between her father's limp arms, and she feels the windswept fur now frigid at the tips with morning frost against her cheek.
She had been too late.