Noctisardor Bypass veida

they may have not needed glaukos, but they needed a man. here heda's traditionality butted up against her sister's insistence they could do this alone. a man whose sole purpose was hunting and guarding could free each of them up sooner. she and druid, reeking of milk, would be seen as easier targets when they left rivenwood.
and what about fiona? suppose nature interfered and they ended up with three litters of varied age between them?
she wanted to cry, to sob that she didn't want to do it again.
instead she covered druid's paw with her other and offered a smile of acceptant hope into that beloved face. rage burned in her for what glaukos had done.
"i believe you, druid." 
and where had belief gotten her?
heda was being cold and cruel and unfair. fiona and druid leaving to another place, another pack, would give her sister time to heal. let her keep the bear-man distracted, perhaps even docile.
but no. it would be struggle again, for all of them.
she would lie with druid a while, cleaning the wounds and untangling any matted fur, helping to wash the babies and change their bedding. an hour before dawn, she would nurse many of them to fullness before slipping out into the starlit darkness to start her hunt.