begin again

Her mind was, currently, a state of innocence and security. There was no fear of being alone yet, no true formed thoughts. The problems she would have later -- O.C.D.ing about dirt, worrying about being alone, clinging to her family in an almost desperate manner -- none of that was a factor as of yet. The girl had no name yet, no individual personality. She just was. She existed. She lived, by beating in her breast. She had a heartbeat, a life. Safely developing within her mother, she lived, yet, unknowingly, she would be one of the last great things her mother would bring into this world, for the lady, former leader of Pantheon, was dying.

Her content caccoon was fading, and she found herself soon shifting within. It was unknown who went first, she just felt her body moving. Forced away from what she knew, what was warm and safe. The pup would be freed into the world. She was cleaned, and like her brother and sister moved to her mother's belly. Instinct would push the baby girl to seek out Natalya's milk, resting upon the open sand. Thank goodness it was spring, later in spring, or the temperature could have been bad for them to deal with. She would settle beside the other too, closer in look to her brother, and closest to her mother with her raven coat.

One thing was certain -- The Olympian line would live on.