Fading Hope

Huata smiled and gave a chuckle when she heard the young lass speak. She was young and Huata knew that, but, she was rather fond of the little pup that she had happened to stumble upon, and the orange and cream dame smiled and nodded her head in reply. She would die for this young pup if it meant that she would live, even though Ana was not her birth-child. Her topaz optics lied upon the mismatched colors of the female pup.

"Well, I am sure your mother would say that it would be alright if it meant that your life was in jeopardy. The way you are right now, Ana, I don't say you would last much longer without proper care." She would say, her tail flicking slightly. She cared about the child, truly. She did enjoy being with her, even if it was for a short time. "If you do not wish to come with me, I understand completely. But, you must eat, and the hare I brought you will only help you for so long, young one. Think about what your mother would want for you to do."