one shots

bite

You can't describe it as anything. The pain is unbearable, and the anticipation wrapped into all of this mess makes it even worse. You don't know when he will he will wake up, or even if he will.
It didn't happen suddenly or anything, all he said was that he was tired and never woke up.

All if this made him want to rake a paw through the earth, leaving nothing left for anyone to stand in. He hated his brother. He never wasted time to care about his worries, or to comfort him. But all at the same time he loved him. He cared. He wished he got to warm up to him when he was concious.

A sandy figure appeared behind him, amber eyes warm with a shared sadness. She sat down, looking down. A brindle tail made its way to his back, steadily rubbing him as a way to say "it's okay".

Silence.

Oops this is short but I'm tired