Another pup was sick, and she did not know why. She was completely distraught though, her son was crying blood. She would never be able to get such an image from her mind, and I'd he couldn't beat the disease.. She would shudder. Her ears would perk forward slightly as she heard the summoning voice of her father. She had expected this. With her mother and two children possibly dying they had to do something.
Leaving her precious Dutiron with his father pristine porcelain paws would carry the woman to her sire's side. A look of concern and determination on her face. She wouldn't loose her family like this. Was this the terrible blight the gods had told her of? Was this the reason her parents were chosen to lead instead of her? "father." her voice would crack, full of worry as she took a seat beside him.?
