the scent of birth and the news of it spread quickly, and the woman departed quickly from the borders. the fiery woman, she'd come to understand, had a pup - she would be followed soon by Rannoch's mate and Treason. the pack was strong and new pups spoke of its growth and the change of seasons. it had her think of Sunny, but the brief flash of happiness was replaced quickly by sorrow when then, inevitably, she thought of Adi. how cruel of her mind to wander then to what could have been, all uncertainty and the tainted reality of it replaced by a rose-tinted memory of what they'd whispered to one another, the promises they'd made.
she imagined the warmth of him, the scent of him, wrapped all aroung her fur as Rannoch was wrapped around Liffey. the plains lay sun-touched and whole, and she knew their number to be strong, but absent from here, where they lay. he murmered to her of strange tales and poems that she could never quite remember after the last syllables faded. but they were not alone. two pups; their appearances shifting, never quite concrete enough for her to manage to see them properly, but she knew that she loved them fiercely.
like Aviana, Mona had only a single pup. she did not know who the father was, not even if he existed within the pack. perhaps, too, it was just the two of them. but they had all of the Hollow, as it should have been with Aviana and Faye. that way, even if her friend's death had been inevitable, the girl would still have a family, would have been a Morningsider. the grief and guilt tugged and pulled at her resiliance, and the pain returned suddenly and vividly. the dreams that played out in the forefront of her mind only deepend the bone-wrenching hurt; all of her own design. she'd moved passed seeking physical pain, punishment, in a desperate attempt to feel pain. but perhaps she'd simply veered into this new method of self-destruction.
the two drew near and nestled near her chest, and abruptly she felt whole and content. this was all she wanted-she should have known it earlier. him, them, and packmates safe and healthy. this.
oh, and she'd been close. the daydream fizzled and faded, and she paused near the lakeside. what had she done, in all the time she'd been back here? she'd tried to tame down the guilt, found a simple place at the Hollow, carvved out a niche for herself and revelled in its security. she'd not found the missing; she'd not fufilled her bonds. she'd done nothing but be selfish here. she knew then she'd have to leave the Hollow, the thought sealed with the pain of her stupidity. She should have done more. she would.
Dawn turned from the lake and set on a pack parallel to its shore. it was small, she knew, and would circle round and send her toward home, eventually. not that she could allow it to be that, anymore.
she imagined the warmth of him, the scent of him, wrapped all aroung her fur as Rannoch was wrapped around Liffey. the plains lay sun-touched and whole, and she knew their number to be strong, but absent from here, where they lay. he murmered to her of strange tales and poems that she could never quite remember after the last syllables faded. but they were not alone. two pups; their appearances shifting, never quite concrete enough for her to manage to see them properly, but she knew that she loved them fiercely.
like Aviana, Mona had only a single pup. she did not know who the father was, not even if he existed within the pack. perhaps, too, it was just the two of them. but they had all of the Hollow, as it should have been with Aviana and Faye. that way, even if her friend's death had been inevitable, the girl would still have a family, would have been a Morningsider. the grief and guilt tugged and pulled at her resiliance, and the pain returned suddenly and vividly. the dreams that played out in the forefront of her mind only deepend the bone-wrenching hurt; all of her own design. she'd moved passed seeking physical pain, punishment, in a desperate attempt to feel pain. but perhaps she'd simply veered into this new method of self-destruction.
the two drew near and nestled near her chest, and abruptly she felt whole and content. this was all she wanted-she should have known it earlier. him, them, and packmates safe and healthy. this.
oh, and she'd been close. the daydream fizzled and faded, and she paused near the lakeside. what had she done, in all the time she'd been back here? she'd tried to tame down the guilt, found a simple place at the Hollow, carvved out a niche for herself and revelled in its security. she'd not found the missing; she'd not fufilled her bonds. she'd done nothing but be selfish here. she knew then she'd have to leave the Hollow, the thought sealed with the pain of her stupidity. She should have done more. she would.
Dawn turned from the lake and set on a pack parallel to its shore. it was small, she knew, and would circle round and send her toward home, eventually. not that she could allow it to be that, anymore.
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