Witch's Marsh Ascend

Just as a note- the other pups will not be visible. They’ve been pushed down into the muck.

Feel free to powerplay the abduction of Cygnet- I would prefer that she lives but wherever she ends up is fine with me!

Numb to it all, the little child writhed in her mother’s stiffened limbs. She was oblivious to the jaws that snapped dangerously close, meant to ward off a thief. 

At the same time- she began to squall in earnest, little seagull cries that grew louder as she realized how uncomfortable she was. She kneaded her paws against her mother’s gray fur, and bawled again and again for food and warmth.

She felt herself lifted abruptly- and her cries became frantic and loud. Too rough! Too fast! She remained limp, little eyes squeezed shut, but with her little tongue sticking out she hollered with loud, raucous caws.

She knew more than need, now. She knew fear. She felt a brief flash of pain, and the continued ache but was so completely overwhelmed by all of it that she went into shock.