The pups were born with no complication, their mother went about grooming them and adoring them with affection. The red women felt her heart tighten in her chest, bile rose in her throat. In that moment she almost broke down. The sight of those infants was more then she could handle. Now that Ayita was safe she could leave. In a flash of red mane and a tall lean body she had run out of the cabin to the front and fell to her knees. Her legs could not hold her as she remembered a little sable ball of fur.
Her eyes stung as she thought about the black pup that she had given up. No one knew, and she wanted to keep it that way. No one would ever know of her pressious daughter. They would never harm her, and they would never have a chance to distort her image of her birth mother. Svara knew Whisper would raise the little girl like she was the most presious diamond in the world. It was the only comfort Svara had, but she long to have her child back. The healer had gone through ever percaution to make sure no one would know about her pregnacy, so far as taking an herd to stop her milk.
Svara shook her head and got up. Night was safe and that was all that mattered. If she had to sacrifice her life with the child for her safety then she had no regret. The red she wolf touched her leather collar and thought of her dead love. Everything she had come back to do had been done, it was time to do the last thing she had come to do in cour des miracles.