02-17-2012, 09:45 PM
It was hard to believe that the four bundles of fur were all hers. There was no one else to claim them, no father in the picture, no pillar of strength for her to hold onto. There was just her, and her alone. Amy couldn't imagine how her parents had dealt with five of them. Well, there had really only been three by the time they were able to shift. Amy didn't like to dwell on that though. The thoughts were far too frightening, bringing up buried feelings that she did her best to keep submerged and out of sight. The rest of the pups each had their turn with the assassin. Watching the killer's gentle touch was amusing to Amy. It seemed ridiculous, knowing that the wolf who could kill without a thought had such a soft gentle side to him. When the pups were weaned she would want a battle with him, just to see the difference, to fight and prove that she was still one of the best.
They tumbled back to her mother, who did her best to ignore them and pretend she wasn't relieved that they were bundled back into her body, pressing against her fur where she could protect and look out for them. The assassin's words had her gently shaking her head. This isn't a world so sweet they can afford such a thing. I won't leave them unprepared. That was the closest she'd ever come to admitting her care, Amy's fierce need to keep them trained and ready to face the cruelty out there. His offer of help had Amy looking up suspiciously. You would spoil them. Amy didn't need that. She needed someone to help her be firm, to train them to kill without feeling. At the same time she wished he would, giving the warmth she couldn't afford.
They tumbled back to her mother, who did her best to ignore them and pretend she wasn't relieved that they were bundled back into her body, pressing against her fur where she could protect and look out for them. The assassin's words had her gently shaking her head. This isn't a world so sweet they can afford such a thing. I won't leave them unprepared. That was the closest she'd ever come to admitting her care, Amy's fierce need to keep them trained and ready to face the cruelty out there. His offer of help had Amy looking up suspiciously. You would spoil them. Amy didn't need that. She needed someone to help her be firm, to train them to kill without feeling. At the same time she wished he would, giving the warmth she couldn't afford.