Meadow

Smoke Signals - Phoebe Bridgers

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"I buried a hatchet, it's comin' up lavender, the future is unwritten, the past is a corridor,
I'm at the exit, lookin' back through the hall, you are anonymous, I am a concrete wall."

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She feels the larger she-wolf nuzzle her face into her shoulder, whimpering. Meadow flicks her tail over Whisper's, blinking in the dim. She is met with the same green saucers, filled with fear, pain, and unknown.

She licks her Queen's muzzle, her own expression unreadable. They need no words, since meeting in the forest it feels as if they have known each other since birth. Whisper shares a familiar scent, perhaps one of uncertainty. Meadow understands her fury, her anger, her pain, and her longing.

"It's okay." Meadow whispers, drawing her tongue over the younger's ears. "I'm never going to leave you. You're safe with me." She noses under the heavy chin of the other, and they drift to sleep once more.