Dancingloon was on the edge. It felt like her world was falling into nothingness. Everyone was leaving, to her everyone was leaving because of her. The fox knelt to the ground and put her paws on her forehead as tears ran down her face. She needed help. Her ebony claws pierced her moonlight fur as the wind whipped her back. Blood poured out making her fur and skin look like a landscape as a river broke though it. She muttered to herself like a loonie far gone in though. "I'm sorry Nivata..." she whispered within the flood of broken words. "I'm sorry Mom..." she wailed again and she lay on the ground with her own blood on her paws.
/retro to Niv's birthing or nah?