Zaeyla's mother softly nuzzled her. Zaeyla looked up into the deep green eyes that she loved so much and knew from the way they were looking down at her that it was time to say goodbye. She stood up and in turn nuzzled her mother. The two of them then stood there, looking at each other. Both of them were waiting for the other to leave. Neither wanted to leave first. Eventually, Zaeyla approached her mother one last time and deeply inhaled the smell of her silky, grey fur; she never wanted to forget it. She stepped back, stared into those melancholic green eyes and then turned her back and ran off. She ran as fast as she could. Wanting to get the separation over and done with as quickly as possible. As she ran, the tears that flooded from her eyes and drifted back through the wind to where her mother stood alone. As their tears mixed, a bird sang the first morning song.
