We're A Pack

I walked back to the pack and settled into the easy rhythm that was going on. I missed Kimora so much, and I wanted to sit with her. Scanning the room, I noticed her presence, along with a new change in Kimora. She had always been a fierce and resilient warrior, but that day, her facial expression and her energy seemed to wane. Her movements were slower, her usually bright eyes clouded with fatigue. It was as if the weight of the recent events had taken a toll on her. And truthfully? I understood it. I had been feeling the exact same way too.

Deciding against walking over to where she sat that day, I left her alone, deciding to watch from afar. If she wanted to talk about it, I knew she would find her way to me, start up the conversation by herself.

One morning, I found Kimora sitting alone by the river, staring into the water with a distant look in her eyes. Concern gnawed at my heart as I approached her, my steps quiet on the grass.

"Kimora," I said softly, taking a seat beside he