Wapun Meadow et peccatum meum contra me est semper

she stilled completely, soft sculpture of a canine, shadowed eyes tracking the wolf as it circled,

went around her,

and left.

the breath bernadette released brought with itself such relief she nearly collapsed - if there wasn't genuine fear that any additional sing of weakness would be her downfall.

and so she left as well.

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her head dove into the hovel. it was a good thing she'd never constructed it to house any bigger than she. the wolf would've struggled to reach her offspring, unless in their nascent curiousity they came to it.

"...eucharist?" her voice was a croak. "...@Parousia? ...jesus? ...iscariot?" after each name was a pause as the mother waited for the relevant shape to wiggle or announce itself.

all accounted for.

internally, she thanked a vague concept of god or fate or luck for this small mercy.

she descended into the darkness, returning warmth to it.

"divine sparks." mother bearess whispered, as three of her daughters crowded around her nipples, sucking out only a trickle. 

"god... can no longer, protect us."