Thread:Storm-in-Rain/@comment-33448285-20190505184832/@comment-26549875-20190508015558

“I gave birth, but the pup was weak and sickly. He died hardly a quarter-moon after he was born. I was devastated, and so was Fog. I thought we grew closer, but apparently we grew further apart.” Her voice was full of deep, never ending sorrow. “I came back one day from a hunt one day to find my sister nursing a little pup. I was so confused, until Fog explained.

“He said the pup was his. While I had been grieving for my lost son, he and Ray had developed a relationship. I was so wrapped up in my own grief I didn’t realize she was expecting.

“I got so angry. Ray begged and begged for my forgiveness, but I told her I never wanted to see her again. I told her to take her pup and her mate and live. And she did.”