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Date Posted: 18:37:55 05/28/03 Wed
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The pups
's message, ":Ze poopies!:" on 15:31:43 05/28/03 Wed
() Whoever said being a mother was easy was nothing less then a childless fool. And this monochrome female knew first hand. Her body shook violently as she prepared to deliver her fourth and hopefully last pup. With each try she had given to stand and retrieve the three wandering pups, she had collapsed under the weight of her tired limbs. She could hear there soft yelps for help, but help couldn’t be aided them. She lay immobile upon the den’s damp floor whining her own song of misery. Unable to retrieve the pups for herself, she knew from instinct their weak forms wouldn’t last without warmth. Eyes were torn away from the two pups and the dead father, unable to bear any of it. As soon as she delivered this last pup she’d move the den far away from this God forsaken home. With the silent warning of the goddess in her ear she cried out for mercy, but her whine fell to the ground weakly- not even having the strength behind it to be audible. She lay completely still, posed as if listening to something no one else could hear. As the moments passed she remained completely silent, but after a minute or so she seemed to find a new strength and with a great effort she delivered the fourth pup. She was smaller then all the others, pure white like her older brother. The mother folded herself to reach the new pup, drawing it closer, tongue shower the pup clean. She got this one from it’s sack, disposing of the sack properly before lifting herself on shaking paws to salvage the other three pups from their dislocated places. She winced as she bent near the wolf she had given her heart to, there he lay dead when it should have been her. He had taken the attack meant only for her. It was a shame, a horrible shame. No one needed Enchancée- but everyone relied upon Khastin. And now, the pup she carried in her mouth would be living in the paw prints of a male it never knew. This was the oldest pup, and the knew monarch that would follow her. Thoughts clouded her mind, thoughts involved and lingering on Khastin only. She wasn’t aware of her motherly doings as she cleaned and bathed his pup with the tenderness inherited. Laying upon her side, with each pup tenderly and lovingly cared for, she allowed them their first meal as she lay panting in the den. She had chased all others out by now so that she could be alone with her sorrow and happiness. Sighing, she let herself fall into a light but much deserved slumber, senses perked and aware of every motions of her offspring and any others that dare disturb her solitude. ()
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