Pull Me Under

Bane had known that she was here, Destruction. He had known for a long time that she was amongst his pack. Smelled her scent in the pine trees as the mountain breeze blew which-way and that. And she had his pup. The grey wolf couldn't understand why though, had she not eaten the smartweed leaves like he said to? She wasn't supposed to, the leaves were supposed to work to help stave off conception. This was not the case it seemed.

And as he paced back and forth in the trees Bane couldn't help but feel sadness for the dark furred female, his own four having never left the den as they slowly grew weaker and weaker from the warmth they lacked when their mother died during birth. They must've grew cold or hungry, sleep eventually overtaking them one by one. Alarice's blood still matted over their fur when Bane found his deceased mate laying with their four body's against her belly. His own grief had been understandable, he ripped and tore at his fur as he preformed they're death ritual before sealing the den.

But he wasn't going to do any of that for Destruction. And as he came low and head down with ears pinned against his head Bane whined and asked one question that had been on his find since she first arrived with the little black pup that bumbled after her. "Destruction, what was his name?"