Ravensblood Forest letter of marque

mireille had not recovered.
weak from an ordeal of bloodloss and stress, her days were spent prone, nursing the pups and experiencing a sense of emptiness so vast that it threatened to break mireille from her moorings.
the captain's appearance was met with a blank look. surely he did not expect her to bundle the young among such a disgusting offer.
she indicated a space not far with her red muzzle, watching nox. a wrong move toward she and her cubs would bring a stark, heavy, challenging growl.