OOC Feb 2
Word Count → 000
With time her belly had grown. An obvious bump now sat on her stomach, boasting of a man's deed. Amy was pleased, though the pregnancy made her rather moody. She was hopeful for the pups, hoping they would be strong enough to carry on her family's name. Those who could not would be disposed of, by dropping them off where others would take them in, leaving them to fend for themselves, or outright killing those without a chance at life.
Her mood did swing hard though. One moment she was full of plans of the future, another Sunders clan on the rise. The next she was raging, full of anger at the world and the fact that so many of her pups had been born weak. If Amy didn't know that her own blood was strong enough to hold the family line she'd think the fault was her own. Granted, she hadn't known not to shift the first time, losing her a litter of five. The rest had been poor though, her second and only other litter given away for another to keep them, not willing to look upon such weak flesh. Hadley sported cuts from those fits, Amy raging helplessly at her fear.
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