Deepwood Weald I am in Misery

Dutch had been hunting. He had remained nearby, knowing that his cousin's time would come very soon, but he hadn't wanted to hover. His visits, though frequent, were kept short enough that the woman would not have time to grow tired of him. He always brought food and a smile, hoping that Minnow would soon warm to him but knowing that she had other things on her mind.

But he had thought she would call for him. For someone. So it was a shock to arrive at the den to the smell of blood and afterbirth. "Minnow!" he cried, almost scolding as the rabbit dropped from his mouth. But his expression was immediately contrite; he crouched on his belly at the mouth of the den, ears back and eyes wide. "Are you alright?" he asked her.

Very quickly, he became distracted by the presence of three beautiful little wolf cubs.