That Damn Stork

Rhythm was much too enthralled with the tiny brood to join Valentine in his silent memories. She had gone over the same scenario too many times over too many years. She sighed softly into the pile of puppies as she breathing in their new scent and allowed herself to be somewhere else. In the Knolls, settled underneath the boulder with Rhyme and Rhys at her side. Valentine curled around all of them as their protector and loving provider. If she could have one wish it would be to return to that time.


”Seems its lunch time.” That much was obvious in the way they claws at her belly. ”Have you given them anything to chew on?” Not that finding one willing to suckle a few pups was anywhere near an easy task. ”I miss when.. when they were this tiny..” Though she hadn’t meant to the amount of regret that dripped from her voice was palpable. She was an old woman, and all she missed came rushing back to her. The fact pained her as much as any flesh wound and her smile faltered for a moment.