To poke a sleeping bear..

She let the female wiggle from under her. Blue eyes blazed angrily at the submissive form. Lusa was going to attack before she apoligiezed. She said she meant no harm to her pups. The word instantly made her depressed again. "Pup," she muttered, looking away with expressionless eyes, "My pups were taken from me." She looked over in the distance, almost expecting Baldur and Chevalier to run up. But there was nothing.

 She shook her head and looked at Nemesis. "I accept your apology," she said blankly. This week made her more and more pained. She didn't wantto go through this. If only I grabbed them myself...