Blackfeather Woods your soul stained my shoulders

She knew her life would change when the puppies entered the world but she hadn’t prepared as much as she felt she should have. She’s tethered to the den 99% of the time; the few breaks she gets is to stretch her legs and relieve herself—all which happen within minutes of the den—and so having to return to the crying children doesn’t take a second guess. It is not without a heavy sigh that she settles around them, not quite feeling like she’d shaken all the restless feelings sitting inside her but she is needed. Her life no longer is her own and instead belongs to the three little babies curled up next to her.
 
If asked, she’d never admit to feeling resentment toward them, but her new family isn’t the ideal picture perfect she’d considered. With no father over them, and her siblings often hovering, the weight remains heavy. Slowly, her head lowers to the ground near her only daughter, and bumps gently against her so she knows she’s close.