Cracked Fangs

She wanders, broken and whining. Wondering why anyone would accept her as pack. With chipped fang and mangled paw she limps along. But one stands on the hill, watching. Waiting and watching over her. She blunders along, unaware of his presence. Every once in a while she would glance up and see a shadow watching. But in her delirious state he seems to vanish or his presence uncertain at best. As in the past she expects to limp along alone. And yet every time she turns around she is astounded to find him still standing and watching. Even more so when he comes to nuzzle and console. And yet each time she wonders if it will be the last. She harkens back to a time when she was in prime fighting condition and just how far she has come.  She stands with her head hanging, snapping at shadows when the real anger is towards herself. Towards the cage she sets around herself. Everyday is the same reminders that nothing will ever be the same. And she hopes, in some small corner of her heart, that just maybe, someday she can be whole again. That she won't feel the tearing loneliness. And all the while she doesn't notice that one wolf dragging pieces of herself back to her. Leaving them at her feet so she can heal. Maybe one day she will notice. And maybe one day she will be able to pick up the pieces, and with his help, be whole again.