Quietly Creeping

Hani slunk, her sides thinning and her fur rough. They had taken her pup, but she couldn't fight back, not yet. The pup, under their name Stori, didn't even recognize her as his mother. How could he not see? How had they blinded him, filled him with lies? The pup in his innocence, stripped away from her and raised in this cruel and grotesque pack of barbarians. Dark thoughts crept in her mind. She had thought to eat herbs to off herself and the pup when he was nursing, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Now he had no need to nurse off of her and her opportunity was missed. It would have been better for him to die innocent from his own mother's love than to be raised in such a place as this. Hani could only imagine what they filled his head with. The boy, never resting in a warm, loving home. The others, conspiring to raise them as their servant, to misuse him. They had no love, no hearts. How could the young pup not sense this?

The muddied cream fae took herbs in her maw and chewed them slowly. They were bitter and they turned her stomach sour. It was worth it. It would be worth it. Hani muttered to herself quietly, "Hush little child, now. Don't say a word, my little child, my dear Inah Haust. Don't listen to them, precious Inah, now. Hush your maw and listen to your mother's song..." Maybe it was the herbs she was on, or maybe her own broken state, but the woman went on nibbling on the bitter plants and muttering among herself and the herbs.