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The days for Bella consisted mostly of sleeping long hours, to recover the strength she needed to do her labor as part of the pack, so at the time she heard the dire sound of the Alpha's cry she was laying curled somewhere not to far from the Sveijarn's den. The wrenching barks and cries bolted up the slender yearling up, and she took off running as fast as her weak body permitted. Maybe she wouldn't be of much help, but she couldn't just stay away and not come to aid the Mother and the pups in any way she could.
Her thin limbs didn't allow her to go too fast, so when she got to the clear, Malachi and Danica were already there, scanning the soil with their noses, And the red mother was inside the den, calling out for one of her pups. What took him away? And where was the Father? She quickly rushed to the den entrance, and panting heavily she called, Tuwawi.
Three pups were with her, a silver girl, a tawny boy and Maera, but there was no sight of the fourth pup. Bella's blood was pumping heavily through her veins, she didn't know what to do to help, or if she could help at least, but she was willing to do anything. She didn't say anything else, but waited to see if the fiery alpha gave her any command. Maybe she could watch the children while Tuwawi followed her husband?