Blackfeather Woods Ghost of Blackfeather Woods, There and Back Again

 She had been in the warm little den for days now, sleeping for most of the day. Only waking up to get food from nearby caches. She felt awful. She was always sick, her belly was the size of a tree trunk, and she felt little unborn puppies kicking into her sides all the time. How long is this going to take?! she had cursed in her mind every day.

 Today she was doing her usual things. Sleeping. Her body ached from all of this training stuff. All she wanted now was Grimnir to comfort her. Nobody else would be able to do it the same. She woke up from a heavy kick. But it wasn't a kick, it was a cramp. She whimpered softly to herself.

  A sudden crunch of leaves and a familiar smell got her up. "Grim?" she whimpered in a hopeful tone, "Are you there?" Without waiting for an answer, she got up slowly, and paced to the sound. When she saw him, she ran up and covered his face with affectionate licks. "I thought you had left me!" And she was glad he had not. She burried her head in his chest, tail wagging behind her.