Blacktail Deer Plateau One With The Dirt

The old wolf felt more and more weak, only just barely strong enough to speak. "H...Howl...I...I love you..." She couldn't feel her eyes tearing up, her vision getting dark. Only Howl was in her view, no one else. "I'm s...sorry...I'm...I'm..." The words were stuck in her throat.

Heartha's own gaze shifted slowly behind Howl, and the last face she saw, she knew wasn't truly there. The face of a long lost child, and then her breathing, shallow as it was, stopped. Her chest no longer moved. Nor her tail, and the last of her bloodline lay behind her, unmoving just as she was. The Heartha they knew was gone, her time finally was up. And she had almost gotten the one thing she wanted from life.