Whitebark Stream pacing

Grezig paced and paced, aware that such frantic movement was, perhaps, not good for her unborn children, but right now she cared not. Kavik had vanished. Kavik had left her. She'd finally gotten him all to herself, he'd given her children, and then he had disappeared. How dare he? How dare he? If he came back, she'd rip his throat out with her teeth and feast on his blood! How dare he abandon her, their children! She had loved him, had mourned the loss of him when she'd left the Plateau, had thought of him so often in her time away from him. And he, Kavik, a man who held strong to his convictions about family and loyalty, had left her. Left her while she was pregnant with his children. Well. 

Were he ever to return here, she would certainly not allow him to see their children. Her children. This would be the second litter she would raise without any help from the father. So be it. She did not need men in her life. She could do it all, on her own, men be damned. She continued pacing back and forth in front of her den, her fangs bared and the hair along her neck and spine bristling.