Whitefish River Mama

It felt like time was in slow motion when he heard a voice call out. But this voice wasn’t calling out a warning or an order or even a greeting, she heard a name. A name she responded to, a name she knew only two knew her by, a name she accepted as apart of her identity. It was like something hit her with incredible force, the women stumbled to the side, trying to regain her balance. This surprise meeting three her off guard to say the least.

Feverishly she turned round to see where the voice originated from. Her eyes, flickering with tadbits of life and even excitement searched from top to bottom. And at last, she saw him. A smoky male, nearly the spitting image of Day, whom she had seen earlier. 

”Sunny...” she said breathlessly, before making her way towards him. At first she carried on with a walk, then a trot, then by all means she began to gallop towards him. It was him— someone she knew, someone she loved, someone who knew her and hopefully loved her just as much.

”Sunny, Sunny, my child!” She wept, eyes growing tear-filled. For as long as she could remember, she had raised him as well as with his sister as if they were her own children. 

It was the pack’s complete effort who raised them, though specifically Krpyton and Valette made sure the two were fed and loved the most. Day was off doing other things, coping and probably messing with other females (she hoped that wasn’t the case but couldn’t help but think that). While she was aware they referred to her as their aunt, Krypton would always love them as much as a mother would.