Blacktail Deer Plateau venus in fear

Blue was in shock, she just sat there unmoving and staring at Lasher as he spoke. It took a few minutes for everything to come to her. So she was a bit slow on the uptake, her mind and heart a bit numb with both grief, loss, anger, confusion and pain. The Perry she had known, he could have never killed any of his own. She looked at Lasher and spoke quietly, Why would you be weak for loving your children enough not to be able to kill them? Our children would not kill another anyway, that I know for sure. Junior was a deeply troubled little girl, deeply troubled. Blue whined softly, fighting to think through the haze of grief that plagued her mind.

Blue stared at Lasher in surprise the curse words rolling off his tongue easily. Realizing he was much more affected than she, probably because he had been told himself, she was being told second hand. She stood swiftly and padded over to him licking his face and rubbing her muzzle across his back, trying to lend what strength she could to his aching heart. I think it is going to take me some time to completely get my head wrapped around this. I honestly don't know whether I am more angry, more sad, or a mixture of both so profound I can't think straight. Perry seems to be making one bad decision after another and I for one blame Fox. That terrible little she wolf. Though Perry also bears the blame, for he is old enough to make his own choices and clearly he is doing so, and terribly.