There is a certain comfort having my father here. I am never too far from him. I am the only one of my siblings to actually care about our parents and stay with them. I am the only one who watches over them as their bodies slowly get older. I see what happened to Heyel. I saw the age in his face and how his eyes faded before his death. Is any of my other siblings going to watch over our parents? Apparently not! Plus for now, my dearest Father continues to feed me and makes sure that I never have to get my fur dirty. Well, until today. I couldn't avoid it. I had to get to him, and I had to let him know.

Yet his first initial reaction was only met with my blue eyes. We both seemed to stare in between our screams. I don't know if he believed me at first. But I cannot help myself. My mouth always seem to do whatever the hell it wants and say whatever the hell is on my mind. I am my Father's Daughter. His initial scream made my own mouth open in a reply scream, my ears falling back in discontent. He then asks a bunch of questions, his voice quick and panicked as if I told him someone died...which I did I guess.

"Guardian! Guardian told me, Guardian would not lie, it's Guardian! HEALERS CAN BRING HIM BACK FROM THE DEAD?" I reply, my voice hot with the rage of sadness and odd anger that overcome me, or excitement. I am not sure. Perhaps it is hysteria. I quite honestly have never felt this way before. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME FATHER? WHY?" I asked, well, more of demanded. If healers could bring him back from the dead, then god damn it, I would have been a healer to do it. I shove my chest into him, as a sort of punishment for not telling me the details of the world, but he starts to pace regardless.

And then he starts to speak and my wrinkled face tries to listen to it all. Okay, he is not dying. That is good. I can't handle him dying right now. Not now or ever, and apparently healers can bring back wolves from the dead, perhaps that is why some wolves have horrible hair but regardless, I know what I am learning now. He goes on about illness and disease, my face contorting with each and every word. He tells me it is an epidemic, that it is spreading, and to touch nothing. Nothing? We are stuck in a GOD DAMN FOREST full of evil leaves and he tells me not to touch anything? I look at the ground, and I feel lightheaded at the thought. I flicker my eyes back up at him as he goes off in denial. I watch him in this state of his, his words fading as he suddenly falls to the ground.

I rush up to him, looking down upon him on the ground motionless. My mouth gapes open as I feel my body freezing. My lip quivers. I feel my own breath going in and out faster. I feel the huff, the push and pull of my body as I begin to....sob. I simply cry and sob like a lost puppy.

"No...NO, MY FATHER IS DEAD TOO, YOU...SAID...YOU....WOULD....NEVER....LEAVE....MEEEEEEE," I yell between sobs. My eyes are closed as I feel the constant heaving of my heavy cries, never realizing that shortly after his eyes open back up to this world. "Why...did...you...die....father, why....WHHHYYYYYYYY" I yell out, my whole form shaking like the leaves in this horrible, horrible forest.