Turning Tables

The early morning was quickly broken by the sound of a limping female. Her skin stretching over her stomach in a unhealthy fashion as she carried a two month old pup within her jaws by the scruff. Arian was scared, she knew what was happening but she wished it wasn't. After her father, it was her siblings, and now her mother was determined to save her so she was using the last of her strength to bring her to the Seracia borders. Natsu spoke of the queen all the time, perhaps she would take their daughter. Or any female for that manner, it didn't matter as long as Arian was safe and survived. Starvation was not the way to die. So far her small stomach had been filled with mice and rats, but with her mother dwindling there would be nothing left to eat. Jaile collapse at the edge of the border, letting out the biggest howl she could in her entire life. An urgent dying call, as the crippled brown wolf wrapped her arms around the pup as protection.

"Mom." That was the only thing she could whisper out of her lips. Arian wasn't sure how to take it, she was upset, she was scared, but she didn't want to be. After what her father had said, her heart was keeping itself afloat by a couple of inches. The pup flicked her black tipped tail her white eye patch looking into the territory. Her mouth slightly open by the looks of the place. Was this the place father spoke about all the time. The one allied with his old home Valhalla? Mother had said they were going on a trip, but she hadn't expected it to be so depressing.