Stuttering breath exhaled into the wild night. She lifted her nose to the full moon and closed her eyes to the moon beams, as if absorbing the power of mother moon herself. With each breath in the lonesome night it choked and started, tears forming in the corners of her eyelids, slowly trickling down her ruby red cheeks then into her cream white throat.

It had all gone so wrong.

When her breath finally steadied, and the tears started to wane, she looked up at the face of the Mother. Never before had she understood why they worshipped the moon, but on nights like this, she could begin to feel the veil grow thin and maybe start to peek at understanding.

She gained a new sense of herself as she bathed in the moonlight, her breath bringing in the chill midnight air. A bite of autumn on the wind, a bite of something restless brewing.

Kyra had run most of the night, now she walked along the borders. Suddenly she stopped and watched as a figure shuffled and limped to the borders and paused to see the land one last time.

The chill in the breeze entered her through her paws and her breathing stilled. ...no... She watched him, at this distance, drink in the land of his birth as if for the last time then turn his gaze beyond the borders.

"No..." She whispered incredulous, her breath forming a cloud in front of her, premature for the season.
"NO!" She yelled sharply and dashed for the spot he had just vacated.

She skidded to a halt and stood on the precipice, watching him, her paws freezing to the ground, unable to move a step further. She couldn't believe this. The wretch was running as if he had no other options! Her father had been waiting for him to ask for help, she had just been thinking of coming to him in the morning to talk things through. But now...

She was silent and watched him shuffle away, the raging fire in her ears slowly getting quieter. Her jaw setting, her gaze steeling over. A sensation of cold like freezing water washed over her and settled into the pit of her stomach.

He was abandoning her... He was abandoning them... He was running away from facing and fixing things. All she had wanted was to feel loved, all she had wanted was for him to talk to her. They had been stupid hormonal emotional kids who made a mistake and he was leaving her with both their mess. She couldn't run away from what was growing inside her, how dare he.

Fine, if this was the way it was going to be, so be it. She pulled herself up to her full height and silently watched him recede into the darkness. Her head was held high, the moon behind her cast his escape in silvery half light, her figure silhouetted against the Face of the Mother herself.  

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The cold moon warmed her back as she glared silently on the scene.

He had the audacity to be frightened. To cower before her like she was some sort of monster. As if she were the one who had clawed his leg and made him bleed. He sat there silently ripping every scrap of warmth from her body with his silence and his shudders. Despicable and manipulative that he would place all the blame on her. If he had given them half the chance, the pack would have rallied around him but he was the one pushing everyone away. Running into the night as if they were the ones that had lashed out against him. How dare he believe that her own father had cast him aside, how dare he believe he was being chased out. His actions where speaking louder than any of his words ever had.

He cowered before her as if he thought she would attack. Did he really know her so little? She never would have laid a claw on him! Yes they were mainly physical, a shove, a nip, a playful swat, but never in anger! Yelling, screaming, yes but never with her teeth and claws and here and now she was heavily considering it since he sat there speechless ripping her heart to shreds, leaving her, alone, to face this dangerous pregnancy all by herself. The longer she stood there the more she could feel her heart icing over.

He expected her to yell or attack. She did neither. Silently she stood there, slowly leaning forward, daring him to speak for himself. She had done enough speaking, it was obvious. It was his chance to explain himself, apologize or run.

And if he remained mute for much longer she'll chase him out herself for being such a thoughtless heartless self absorbed coward and send him on his way.

If he was going to make her into a monster... then so be it. Let him ruin her further. Already he stole her fire, take her dignity as well.

If he didn't start moving on his own, either back across the border to rejoin the pack, to forget this night, or away to chaos and roaming and broken dreams she would bare her teeth and start growling, leaning ever more forward. The act would further break the lost and abandoned child within her who had only wanted to be loved.

Don't make her chase you, Akutan. Don't steal the last shred of her wolfish humanity by chasing you. Shuffle on your own and at least give her this.

If he shuffled away on his own she would stand and watch him until she could see his form no more.
It took some effort but she felt she must. She spoke aloud, just loud enough for herself to hear it, as if they were standing face to face.
"Akutan." She said with a ritualistic tone, the word dropped from her lips and fell on the other side of the border, never to be tasted on her tongue again. She turned from the edge of Nardir and made her way inward to the Castle.

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