Chin rests heavily on a single white forelimb. She can feel them snuggled together, nestled near her in the pack's den she'd chosen long before they were born. They were old enough to be at a rendevous site, but she was waiting, hesitating to decide that spot. This was the safest place, and it eased her mind. She deserved to breathe easy some how didn't she? Though in the coming months they would soon be almsot as big as she. Here, it was safe, and warm from the cruel, cold world.
Pale lids close against the dim light shining from the mouth of the den from the outside moon. Desperately she wanted to sleep, and escape to the confines of her mind that didn't remember dreams or daytime.
She steadily inhales, and like always can still detect the faded scent of Borden. But to her it is strong, ingrained in her brain, and something she can't escape. She lets it linger in her nostrils, tormenting herself. Being without him was like one endless, sleepless night.
It was in these times she could feel the hollow in her chest aching. <i>I miss you, but I don't want too,</i> she thinks time, and time again. Guilt clings tight to her, she can't escape it any more than the loneliness. She's rewound so much in her head, it should have simotaniously combusted. It would have been easier if she'd seen it coming, but she hadn't. Throat tightens, and it hurts much like the rest of her.
Taking careful movements she slips from the dark confines of the den where the air is nothing but that of the cedarwood. She sits like a ghostly guardian, just staring into the night waiting for nothing like she always did.</blockquote>