babies breath in the breeze

She awoke to the sound of soft murmured voices in the den, and the realisation that Poem’s arm presence was missing from her side. Opening one grumpy eye she would find both her sister, and Epitaph, before letting it slide closed again, and simply listened as she slowly awoke.

Her favourite caregiver was telling her sister the story of his leg, and she didn’t want to interrupt. She waited until it seemed he had finished speaking, before she raised her head and looked at him. There was love and anger in her eyes, why would anyone hurt this soft, sweet man. He had done nothing but look after them and show them love. He often cared for them when their mother was busy doing boring Alpha-stuff. He was the kind of wolf you greeted with happy bum wiggles and friendly swates, not.. Laming, and scars. She couldn’t scarcely understand it.

She got to her feet and wobbled over to join the cuddle-feast going on without her. She leaned against Epitaph’s back, not sure there would be enough room for both of them in the curve of his paws. “But why would they do that?” she said “Whats a ‘master’” his story made no sense to her, as a wolf who had been raised with love and kindness.