Callista held it together as she washed her
paws and arms. She held it together as she removed the mask on her
muzzle and walked through the camp. Volunteers bustling, patients
coughing, birds flying.
It was when she was sheltered from
watching eyes behind one of the tents in the Junction Haven that she
stumbled, steadying herself against the cold stone wall as her other
paw covered her silent tears.
Callista's tail curled around
her feet, letting the grief out before she would need to rally for
the next patient. Nothing was as hard as losing one of the children.
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