Firefly Glen Story; two.

@Mira

She mourned so, weeping and hollaring for her mate to come back and bring back her pups. She felt rage for the witch who seduced him so, and could only curse her a thousand words. Priapus only wanted her children back, to hold and care for them, to hear them say 'mama' with a smile. How she mourned for their touch, and desired for the embrace.

When the silver wolf smelled a pack nearby, her fur bristled in a rage. Could they have escaped to another place? Were her dearest babies at this mountain range? Tears falling in an endless stream, but so was the rage she felt in her heart.