Sleepy Fox Hollow and hoping made you hurt more

In the small hours of the morning, Wylla finally gave birth to three puppies.

The first was a large smoke-dark boy, mottled with darker hair upon his back that would one day form a more distinctive marking. The second, she struggled with; he was especially rotund, a dark child who appeared to share her same charcoal in the darkness, but who would come to exhibit his own unique blend of her colours. The final puppy... Well.

When Wylla first freed the only girl from her sac, she nearly shoved her out into the cold. Even in the low light of the den, she could see that something was wrong. The puppy's fur was green. Never in Wylla's life had she seen a green wolf before, which led her to the conclusion that this one was fated to die. She was sick. She was tainted.

Maternal instinct was what guided the girl to her breast, but Wylla placed her aside from her brothers. Worry churned in her gut. Would she make the other two sick? If it hadn't happened in the womb, then it shouldn't happen out here in the world, right? Would she die violently or would she slip away in her sleep without a sound? Had this happened because Mahler himself was ill?

When Wylla was assured that all three puppies were eating and no more were coming, she crooned a low note for @Mahler. He would know immediately that something was amiss... and hopefully, as with Phaedra, he would know what to do about it.