(Okay, I know Moro's name and image is from Princess Monoke but that's not her voice and such. It's a bit hard to explain. This is an original Idea from an RP I run.)

Rigid breath came from inside a small cave where a large, two-tailed wolf stood over a dying, helpless neon-green coated wolf that lay in pain. Blood was around its mouth, as it had been throwing it up over and over for the past hour. Moro, the wolf god was the white wolf that guarded the smaller, weaker wolf as it lay, praying for death as its pain was so great. The wolf that was dying was none other than Roxanne Foxx, the one and only original descendant of the Foxx bloodline.

Roxanne’s breath was stilling in her age. She was a mere wolf; she looked at Moro with pain. The once full of life eyes seemed so dulling now. Her life was coming to an end, as it does for each soul. She didn’t have the energy to speak as Moro walked to her. Looking at Roxanne with pity, Moro nods to her. “You have lived much longer than other wolves. Most of your pups have already passed. Tell me, Roxanne, do you wish to die here? Or would you rather be in the wood?” she asks, the tails swishing lightly. Roxanne’s matted coat reflected in the moonlight. “I do not want Shadow to see me like this,” She whines, “Please, let me die in the forest, where I was born, Mother Moro.” She pleads, the pained blue eyes looking Moro’s deep gold eyes. Nodding, Moro sighs heavily. “He will be broken.” She says quietly.

“I know, but I don’t think it would do him good to see me this weak and so close to my death, Mother Moro.”Roxanne replies, her voice cracking. “Why did you not tell him you were dying of this toxin again?” Moro asks, the calm eyes softening in sadness. “It would make things too much for us. I just hope he can forgive me for this. Tell him that I love him and I’ll meet him again… When I do… that’ll be my paradise…” Roxanne manages to whisper out as Moro lifts the elderly wolf into the massive jaws. Carrying Roxanne, Moro thinks over the fact that the wolf did not seem to care that she was dying. Even in so much pain, she wagged her tail as she spoke about Shadow, even if it was hard to hear her now. It wasn’t easy for Moro to set down the elderly wolf, seeing as she was so limp. Roxanne lay on the grass bed LoneWolf formed, and she smiles. Moro watches Roxanne with a heavy heart. “May the Moon Mother bless you your soul, and those you’ve touched. Be strong and you will find Shadow again, my daughter.” Moro says with a tear as Roxanne’s eyes closed tiredly. “I won’t pass so soon, Moro… I do know that I was to die with respect. Please… if you would..?” Roxanne asks. Moro’s eyes dawn at realization. “You wish to bleed to death, so you don’t feel the pain of your body… Yes, I will respect your wishes, Roxanne. As you wish, I will grant you this. I will also, out of loyalty to you, will let you die re-living your times with your lover.” Moro says as she opened her mouth, taking the inflated-with-toxin stomach in her fangs and biting down, making deep, fatal marks in the stomach. Roxanne smiles at Moro as visions let her ease to her final rest, seeing herself with Shadow as her soul passed.

That night, many a wolves howled for Roxanne’s soul – including the ones that she thought would never howl for her. The Mist pack, the one she once belonged to, even grieved for the wolf that only seeked for peace and prosperity. Why Moro did not grant Roxanne eternal life is unknown, but one thing is for sure – Roxanne would not have wanted it. Watching those you love die and being unable to re-join them would have been her demise, no matter how long the eternal life would’ve lasted.

((( Shadow is her mate, or Locnil in other stories.)