She whimpered when she heard her friend standing and talking above her. The pools of tears staining her beautiful silver face. She looked up at him and whimpered. ”I feel as though I did something wrong during the pregnancy.. The pup died in me Kershov. This is my fault.. I dropped him…” the tears welled up more and more and continued to pool out of her eyes. She gently scooted back from the ledge and attempted stand. Gathering her warrior strength that she would need to get through this. She looked over at Kershov as her eyes started to harden. Her heart was hardening as well.

She turned and started to make her way back down to her pups that were still living. Though her steps were shivering as all of her strength was being stripped of her. She was remembering her straining as she took each step.

Growls were forming around her as the wolf in front of her was becoming furious with her. He had challenged her for her mating. Many wolves wanted the strong princess to get higher up in the ranks of their clan, but both her and her father were in an agreement that if a male could best her in a fight they could become her mate. No male had been able to best her yet and for that this day she was feeling cocky. He lunged at her and she perried his attack, her legs gracefully jumping to the side and watch him stumble to regain his footing from not landing on his intended target. He snapped his jaws in frustration. This time Atakask would attack first and so she did, her movements like a dance as she jumped at him. Her little jaws snapping at his hind quarters before she danced away and out of his reach. ”Damn you woman I don’t even care about mating you! Instead I shall just kill you and let others take over where your family will fall!” His words shocked the princess as he turned around taking her shock into factor as he wrapped his jaw around her throat. This was against fighting regulations, you could not kill during a match. She heard gasps around her as she struggled to claw at the male attacking her. Then he was ripped away from her, blood running down her throat as her brother Pana rushing over trying to help her stop the bleeding. She was crawling up on the ground trying to not to bleed out. He quickly worked on a salve to stop the bleeding. Thankfully the wounds weren’t very deep, but she swore to herself she wouldn’t become cocky again, nothing would begin to scare her again.

The memory reminded her that nothing would scare or shock her. Her mind was slowly beginning to push the stillborn baby out of her mind. The shock waving off her of her like the waves crashing just below her and Kershov. ”Would you like to come see Yura and Nootaikok,” She motioned for him to follow, her voice wasn’t shaky and yet it also was missing any feeling behind it.