Ankyra Sound mother, mother: how's the family?

All these kind souls. Raleska didn't deserve them. Never once had she been a generous wolf, and now karma was serving her a big buffet of bitter irony. It was a stringent thing to think of and pick apart: she was selfish, and all of these wolves had wasted their selfless energy for naught.

Or maybe not naught; there were two lives still to be molded, after all. Raleska glanced at them as Surya introduced himself, offering the hare for her to take. "I don't deserve all of this." She suddenly blurted, an edge of panic in her voice. Why were all of them so nice, helping a random stranger? She would have left a wounded stranger to die, she was sure of it.

Realizing a question was hanging in the air, she looked down at her paws sheepishly and shrugged. "I mean -- thank you. I'm okay." Okay was a feeble way of saying well, at least I am still alive. "The .." Grimace. "children are well." She hadn't even named them yet. "I'm Raleska, by the way."