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Days have gone by since she has seen his face. Been able to press herself against the thickness of his coat. Searches have happened but none have returned with reports of the large tom anywhere. Everything feels lonlier. Dread gripping her heart and she has beem trying to quell her children. Of course he is okay, there is no reason he wouldn't be. And she wants to believe this with all of her heart. But as days continue to pass she knows, she knows that something is deeply wrong. Wolverine doesn't much like the river but he came here for her. He wanders away from the place periodically but always he came back to his family. Even now as she peers over the meadow like hills the molly is searching on her own. As she steps over thick growing heather her paws press against the ground and she takes in a slow breath. Dragging through pained lungs as she smells something awful. Something rotten and decayed. For a moment she just stands there and her mind tells her to turn around. Just go the other way and continue being blissfully unaware. It'll be so much better if she had listened because her paws start to carry her forwards with little regard to her screaming mind. Her tail hangs low as she creeps closer to that foul stench. Her heart races in her chest and she wants to believe that maybe it's jusy a piece of crowfood. Prey left out too long.
But as she gets closer to the area she can smell something more. The lingering scent of dog, stale and having gone away. Two. Her mind is fraying, breaking as she processes what the scent means and finally, finally she sees what she wishes not to. Her mate is a tattered and bloodied mess. His body stripped of flesh and bones missing. Torn into like common prey, eaten. "Wolve? She speaks on shakey breathes, speaking to a corpse and hoping for an answer. His eyes are gone, bugs having crawled through and devoured them. His mouth open in a silent scream of pain. A trail of old blood and viscera is behind him. He was trying to get home. The realization seems to hit her over the head and she suddenly screams. "WOLVE!" No, no! This can't happen! This can't be! Her body suddenly rushes forward and she pushes against the days old corpse as if he will come back alive. "Get up! Get up! Get up! Don't do this! You have kits! You stupid fool! Don't!" A wail leaves her as she struggles to get her long dead mate to do something anything before her body tenses up. "D-don't....do....don't..."
Tears are running down her face as she looks at what was once a massive tom in his prime. Taken down like common prey and devoured. The woman lays there then, feeling souless. Like death itself and muttering to herself. "Don't....leave...me. Don't....leave..." But everyone leaves.
Days have gone by since she has seen his face. Been able to press herself against the thickness of his coat. Searches have happened but none have returned with reports of the large tom anywhere. Everything feels lonlier. Dread gripping her heart and she has beem trying to quell her children. Of course he is okay, there is no reason he wouldn't be. And she wants to believe this with all of her heart. But as days continue to pass she knows, she knows that something is deeply wrong. Wolverine doesn't much like the river but he came here for her. He wanders away from the place periodically but always he came back to his family. Even now as she peers over the meadow like hills the molly is searching on her own. As she steps over thick growing heather her paws press against the ground and she takes in a slow breath. Dragging through pained lungs as she smells something awful. Something rotten and decayed. For a moment she just stands there and her mind tells her to turn around. Just go the other way and continue being blissfully unaware. It'll be so much better if she had listened because her paws start to carry her forwards with little regard to her screaming mind. Her tail hangs low as she creeps closer to that foul stench. Her heart races in her chest and she wants to believe that maybe it's jusy a piece of crowfood. Prey left out too long.
But as she gets closer to the area she can smell something more. The lingering scent of dog, stale and having gone away. Two. Her mind is fraying, breaking as she processes what the scent means and finally, finally she sees what she wishes not to. Her mate is a tattered and bloodied mess. His body stripped of flesh and bones missing. Torn into like common prey, eaten. "Wolve? She speaks on shakey breathes, speaking to a corpse and hoping for an answer. His eyes are gone, bugs having crawled through and devoured them. His mouth open in a silent scream of pain. A trail of old blood and viscera is behind him. He was trying to get home. The realization seems to hit her over the head and she suddenly screams. "WOLVE!" No, no! This can't happen! This can't be! Her body suddenly rushes forward and she pushes against the days old corpse as if he will come back alive. "Get up! Get up! Get up! Don't do this! You have kits! You stupid fool! Don't!" A wail leaves her as she struggles to get her long dead mate to do something anything before her body tenses up. "D-don't....do....don't..."
Tears are running down her face as she looks at what was once a massive tom in his prime. Taken down like common prey and devoured. The woman lays there then, feeling souless. Like death itself and muttering to herself. "Don't....leave...me. Don't....leave..." But everyone leaves.