Poor Layla 
. WC: 312 {3 points}
Layla had spent a bit more time than usual in her herb room since it seemed wolves were getting hurt left and right. She sighed as she was placing her herbs into some boxes. She was counting them and taking down some notes. She wanted to leave them in the boxes so she could arrange them. Winter meant that spring was on the way and she would soon be able to plant her own garden. She was so happy and it seemed like her depression was slipping away. It had been a while since the terrible miscarriage and she was eager to have a second go. She wanted nothing more then produce some healthy offspring for her mate. Perhaps they would bring some more joy into their life. The mistress smiled as she decided to check on her mate. She left her herb room and headed out to where he was sitting.
Layla found him sitting in the chair with her finished sword on the table. She was so excited to see that he had finally finished it, but there was something wrong with the behemoth himself. She looked over to him as he was sighing. The mistress tried to look into his eyes and see what he was feeling. There seemed to be a look of sadness in his eyes. Was there something wrong with him? The black and white she wolf took to his side and whined as she folded her ears down. ”Are you alright love? Is something wrong?” She tried to think of what could have been wrong with him. He seemed healthy so there was no way he could be sick. She was so worried about him. She had no idea that he was about to break her heart. ”Love?” She folded her tail around her legs as she waited to hear what he had to say.
