To believe that I had known what pain was like, and how to deal with it properly before now was a big misunderstanding. I had never felt so light headed, so weak as I felt at that moment. I could barely focus on the figure before the entrance of the den. I knew in my heart that she was here to help me, but in the same aspect she was a silent factor. I believed that the femme was born that way, and thus I would not hold it against her. She had a lot of things that she had brought with her, leaving me to surmise that she was learning the art and skill of healing, and that she knew what she was doing. I hoped.

I found myself catching another scent on the air, I felt my heart skip a beat, Rupture. I look around the femme at the mouth of the den when he arrived. I whimpered again, but my attention went back to the missus, and she had pushed a large broken shell of bark towards me, indicating to the cluster of seeds that were at one place, I nodded, weakly moving my head to the piece of wood, eating the seeds as fast as I could. Rupture made his way into the small den, he spoke after he assessed the pups, and I found myself forcing myself to use a bit of strength to lift my head, pressing my nose to his chest, breathing in softly. I found myself loosing my train of thought as I listened to his voice, not focusing as much on the pain, but more concerned with the words he spoke of.

He called them both his, and I felt a joy rush through my heart, knowing that despite what had happened, he had not rejected them for fear of them not being his. I didn’t think there was much of a difference, except the pattern of the first girl, it was not in a dark color of him, but the pattern looked like him, and that worried me. I only hoped we would never see him again and that no one would notice who she looked like.

I tilted my head, seeing if he would settle beside me, hoping he would so I could lean against him, I turned my head back to the femme, wondering what else she was planning on doing.