The End As We Know It

As the woman spoke, her voice raspy and pained, Carletta’s eyes shown with a bit of pain and understanding. She knew the woman would not live... But she did not wish to dampen her already breaking spirit with talk of death. The only purpose the fae could serve to the would be mother now was first a guardian, a watchful eye on her as life ebbed from her body. Then, if any children were indeed born, she would take care of them. Mentally Carletta kicked herself for not training in the healing arts. Would she have been able to do more for the woman then? If not save her, at least ease the pain of her passing?

Though Carletta did not know this women personally she felt her heart pang with sorrow for her. It had to be hard, to know you were going to produce children just to die... To never see them grow. She understood little of what the femme, Serefina Elemetntas, meant by her words. But she would tell these children the best she could... Give them stories to help them grow. Perhaps one day they might seek out the other members of their family, were there any still about. It troubled Carletta how Serefina was on her own... To go through this pain without her family at her side.

The silvery-gray femme would move closer, gently brushing her nose over Serefina’s shoulder. “I will take them. They know love. Know their family.” Her words were kindly, gentle. She wished with all her heart that the femme went with as little pain as possible... And hoped that somehow her presence here could at least bring some peace to Serefina. The blue eyes of the femme met with those of the fire woman, honesty and kindness flashing within them. She gave a small nod, whispering to her, trying to soothe her. “It okay... Pain will dull soon. I here.” The femme promised. “I Carletta Morales.” Her name held a strong accent it only felt right to give the dying woman her name. Perhaps, when the time came, they would meet again in the next life.

Now Carletta turned to the little one that had been produced. She picked it up carefully, moving him to a position where his mother would be able to get a glance at him if she could shift her head. Carletta would begin to lick the little one clean, his coat even more brilliantly marked with the burning air than the female who birthed him. The spotted femme smiled gently, love already in her eyes for the little one. She adored children, though had no mate of her own yet. She would make sure that this one, and whatever siblings he may have, were raised with care.

“You do a good. Male pup. Healthy.” Carletta glanced back at Serefina. “Serefina strong. Gods call her early.” The she wolf nosed the newborn close to her gut, wanting to make sure he stayed warm. “Sorry... Pain... Bad. I no know medicine.” The female felt guilty, dipping her head. The woman before her was suffering... And all she could do was sit there and watch.