Sheepeater Cliff eleven

She hadn't felt neglected. Not even when her biological mother disappeared suddenly, leaving behind her three children. She had felt anger and then a little bit of sadness but she had never felt neglected. Monique had given her all she had ever wanted, she had been a good mother despite her abadonment.

Blue's absence was only natural, with all the grief and pain stinging each of the plateu wolves' hearts every one had stepped aside for a second. There was no blame to be handed out, much less to someone like Blue. Amelie had isolated herself too when all the chaos of the little princess death broke out.

When her mother's tongue reached her muzzle, a soft whine left her lips . That what she had been longing for, a loving gesture, soft spoken words, and the soothing touch of a loved one. "It's fine really, we've all had our heads somewhere else.." she barked not wanting to really speak about deaths and burials.

"I just feel this is too overwhelming, do you have a recipe for that?" she asked with a much happier tone, surely the healer could heal the aches of her heart.