Fairspell Meadow the sound of silence

Blood matted at her fur – from Bazi’s own teeth marks that were inevitable after such a travel and gripping her children so tightly.. and likely from her brother. Allure had kept her eyes on anywhere but him as they moved.. it felt like hours.

Bazi had evaded their attackers, and dropping the puppies to the ground in a tumbled pile, Allure could hear her mother retching. It was when she realized her nose was only inches from Swift’s dangling eyeball that she began to throw up as well – her tiny body heaving with every ounce of energy left before trying to pull away from her littermate.

Sobbing hysterically between her now dry heaves, the bi-toned cub tried to keep her wailing quiet. “I want dad,” she allowed, her form shaking as she crumpled closer to the ground.