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She done this to herself. Harley knew that she had expected this to happen; she had aimed for this to happen. But she didn't know it really would happen. She had sat bye the lake, staring in with utter be-wilderness. She would be a failure; she was never meant to be a mother; look what happened the first time. The sounds around her weren't heard and the feeling of wind brushing against her pelt wasn't replied to with a shiver. She was already a vessel; just holding a very week spirit. She had a past that was utterly terrible and maybe - maybe now she would die and join her love? Maybe this time she wouldn't be left as a spirit to roam the lands without anything but sight which wasn't returned.
Harley tipped forward and crashed into the ice, knowing she would kill herself and her cubs the moment she looked upwards through the water and saw the ice close up. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't get out know. Slowly, air escaped from her maw and her heart beat rang in her ears before it stopped and she died.
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