Lonzo had come back covered in blood and smelled of Mawk. He'd told her that Mawk had been taken care of, put to an end. Her husband, her reason to go on had been murdered and in that instant she shattered.
She couldn't remember how she'd gotten here or why she hurt. She couldn't remember what these lands were or how she had gotten here. She didnt remember Mawk or her babies, Easthollow or Howl. Her memory was blocked because remembering was too hard. She would have had to go home and explain to her babies that their daddy died saving their fuck up of a mother. Her body was covered in grotesque wounds and blood caked her fur, her ribs stuck out and her tongue and lips were cracked and bloody from having no water. Lonzo had told her to stay put, to be good and stay still and wait for him and so she had. So she would. Little did she know that he wasn't returning.
She couldn't remember how she'd gotten here or why she hurt. She couldn't remember what these lands were or how she had gotten here. She didnt remember Mawk or her babies, Easthollow or Howl. Her memory was blocked because remembering was too hard. She would have had to go home and explain to her babies that their daddy died saving their fuck up of a mother. Her body was covered in grotesque wounds and blood caked her fur, her ribs stuck out and her tongue and lips were cracked and bloody from having no water. Lonzo had told her to stay put, to be good and stay still and wait for him and so she had. So she would. Little did she know that he wasn't returning.
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