The young silver-painted Marino knew nothing of the corybantic anger she would feel weeks from now, emotions that would make her lash out at everyone, pack mates and others alike. For now, she knew only that her world was different and everything about what had happened confused her greatly. The weeks and months to come would be difficult and she might even find them impossible to handle at times, but all that mattered now was that she was awake and her sisters would help their mother to care for her still. She had a long recovery ahead of her.
Artemis closed her eyes at the regained touch of her mother's warm body holding her. The girl did not want to show pain in the form of grief now, not while her mother was there and her sisters would be coming. It was all she wanted to do to go back to the day she had been playing with Denali, but nothing could be changed now. The girl steadied her breathing and wished for minimal questions and then for sleep and for some time to cope with all that she had just learned alone.
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