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The female felt broken inside.
She felt that she had failed her son, Nathaniel. She felt that she had failed him and had failed as a mother to him. She held her two remaining pups in her arms as she walked along the territory - she didn't let them go, nor did she put them on the ground or fall asleep like she had done the day that she had lost her beloved son. Bangle, she thought, was still searching for him, but each day she felt more and more hopeless as he didn't return with her son.
She tried to stay strong for the pack, putting up a strong exterior and not letting anyone know anything was wrong; most of the pack hadn't seen all her pups at once, so they assumed nothing was wrong. She couldn't let them know that one of her pups had run away and gotten lost... taken by another man... they would think it was something like Argul all over again, and instead of standing beside her, they would panic and scatter around like ants like Mars, Krystalle, and Ouija had done.
Her thoughts were interrupted, however, as she heard a sound and froze. That sound was a howl, but not just any howl... It seemed eerily familiar. It brought back sudden, flashing memories - creating the pack that she was the leader of now, calling together all of the pack to celebrate, telling them of the murderer Argul, bringing them together one last time... that howl was something special. That howl.. was Shawchert's howl?!
The female raced as fast as she dared with her pups in tow and eventually found herself face to face with the former leader. She could do nothing but stare.. her eyes were no doubt bloodshot and baggy, having shadows under them. Her face seemed haunted now that her facade was being lowered. Her pups looked at Shawchert curiously, and their mother asked raspingly -
"Shaw?"