Sorry for the wait! WC: 363 {3 points}
Layla was not sure what to do anymore with her life. Even though her mate and others were trying to cheer her up, it was like she felt helpless and couldn’t do anything. There wasn’t much to do around the pack lands and she wanted to take the behemoth’s advice on taking small steps each day. Even when she did take his advice, she found herself crashing in her own sorrow and forgetting about what he said. Most of the time because of this she was staying near her house so Saluce could break her out of her spell and get her back on her feet again. The mistress didn’t want to feel this way and she knew there would be other chances to start a family, but she couldn’t get over the fact that it was her very first litter that was sent to the grave.
Layla woke up at home and in bed with a headache. She was not in the best of moods but didn’t want to take it out on anyone around her. To make sure of this, she figured it would be a good idea to get out of the house and go for a walk. Perhaps it would help to relax her mind and take the time to think of the happy future she would have. There was one thing that frightened her though. What if the black and white she wolf would never be able to produce healthy and live pups for her mate. A couple tears slipped passed her eyes as the thought came to her mind and she slipped out of her home.
Layla began on her walk and could feel the sun beating down on her thick fur. She was done and wanted to just continue with her life, but for some reason life was not letting her continue on from this point of depression. She stopped and crossed her arms as she passed by the scent of someone nearby. She forced her legs on, not wanting to make contact with her pack mate. She didn’t want anything to happen and surly didn’t want to push her depression on whoever it was either.
