So she knelt, knees buckled as she crumbled to the ground, hands out, palms down, cheek pressed against the cool grass and cried. She poured out her soul in silence. Her tears soaked the rich dirt beneath her. Her fingers dug into the Earth as she held on in an attempt to stop the world from spinning. Every gasping breath a shudder that caused her to tremble against the ground. The shadows cradled her and the mist caressed her fevered skin. Each whispered plea wrenched from her chest in choking sobs, was carried away by the gentle brush of the wind. And all the while time continued to spiral beyond control.
She closed her eyes against the empty night, blocking out the moon, the darkness, and tormenting emptiness. The Wolf was out there, hurting and alone, but somewhere out there. She knew what she had to do. Even the smallest have strength from which to draw, and yes, sometimes even the Wolf needs protecting.
(c) 2012 sierra sugar
