Dragoncrest Cliffs It's the last song I'll ever write for you

This new pregnancy had rarely crossed Bobby's mind, so had it not taken such a major emotional toll on his mother, he might have forgone any sympathy at all. It was Wildfire who he cared about, with or without the pups; as long as she was okay, Bobby didn't mind the rest. It's okay, he cooed, moving into position beside her and preening the fur on her scruff, It'll be okay.

They already had enough of a family, right? Losing a couple more, as heartless as it sounds, didn't make much of a difference in Bobby's mind. Maybe it was because everything seemed inconsequential, who knows? When? How? The only reason why he'd even asked was because he didn't want them to be stuck in an awkward silence during such hard times.