An Heirloom

Solor took the other boys out so that she might have a few moments alone with Pitch. She.. was not doing well. She knew that her body was slowly dying, and she had discussed it thoroughly with Solor already. Vail would be gone before the winter came. She was scared to tell Shaye, who had already promised that if anything went wrong she would see to her pups raising. Vail sighed softly as she pulled Pitch close to her chest and hugged him tight. She had little energy for much besides snuggles, but her boy wouldn’t with hold them from her. ”Pitch, I have a gift for you.” She knew he looked the most like her because of what Solor and Shaye had told her, she hadn’t seen the sunlight since the day she had given birth.