Shawchert’s day was quiet. He was glad for this, but something else to do for a change would be nice, but he knew that he had to stay on track and worry about the rest later. He was patrolling as usual and he’d spotted blood, but it wasn’t wolf blood, that didn’t mean it couldn’t have been important, however, an injured animal could be a danger, especially to the puppies. He sniffed the spots of blood until it came to a point where it was overpowering, and he couldnt believe whatever animal made this trail could be small, as it had went from one side of the territory to the other. What he found was not so amazing but shocking as a ferret lay dead in her own blood. She’d been attacked by something, what amazed Shawchert was that she had gotten so far, and it made him wonder why it had so much determination. Shawchert rolled the ferrett over to see that it was a female and she had kits. Looking around he expected to see them there, but it seemed that she had not made it to them. Frowning he headed slowing in the direction she was going in, his eyes sharp as he looked around, then spotted the den. He had to dig to get to it further, but what he saw was a sad sight. There were four baby ferrets and three of them were not moving. One was just barely. Shawchert could see they were still very young and the mother must have been dragging herself across the forest for a good part of a day. Shawchert instintively grabbed the only living ferret in the brood and started tittering his tongue at it.
“You poor thing, we’re going to have to get you something to eat huh?”
He wasn’t sure how old the ferret was but it looked half starved. He would have to hurry home to find it something to eat. Shawchert hurried through the forest, leaving what was left of the kits and mother to return to the earth as they were. He didn’t have the time to bury them now. He felt the warm squimish animal under his large paws and could tell it was afraid. He needed milk but where was he going to get that? He wasn’t lactating at all... He found his way home but was pacing back and forth not sure what to do exactly Was there anyone around here that had some kind of milk? something to nourish the baby ferret? He lifted his head in a howl, one that requested help he was not sure why but he needed it, and he didn’t want this poor baby ferret to die.
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