weep not, poor children

Taking a deep breath, Mara started her spiel of an explanation.

"Okay, here it goes." she whispered before looking back up into Mordecai's eyes. "So, I was patrolling the borders as I usually do, when I came across a wolf just barely on our side of the border. So, I attacked of course. I was so busy protecting our territory that I didn't realize what I was doing. This girl, she is still a pup! Anyways, I broke her ankle and she fainted..." The small red warrior stopped, taking a deep breath before continuing on. "When I came to my senses and realized what I had done, I took her here, got her some water and food, not from anywhere near our borders of course. I put a splint on her injury and when she woke up, she told me her story. She has been all alone! She was a slave! Can you believe that?! A tiny pup, a slave." Mara exclaimed, still shocked at the notion.

"But to get to the point, she wants to join the pack. I would take care of her, you know, help her get back on her paws. And when she is fully healed, she is an amazing fighter and would be a great addition to our pack. I just hope you will except her." Mara finished with a huge gasp of air at the end. Her grey eyes sparkled up at him, pleading for him to at least consider it.