Blackfeather Woods you were not born of stardust, darling, stardust was born from you

Eventually, Nemesis had begun to produce more milk to keep up with the puppy. Perhaps it is a good thing there's only one of her, at least for now, as it doesn't take long for her to run one dry before she moved on to the next. Her fever had begun to clear up and the wounds on the back of her neck were small scabs left over as the scarring process begun. For all anyone would guess, she'd easily become apart of a family she didn't know she wasn't apart of. 

The white one, as her vision begins to clear up, is the only odd one out. Until these last few days, she had never been around another so much as her mother. It's not entirely unwelcome but she's left sitting there often staring up at him as if she can't quite place him. 

Her development has gone askew since then, her body smaller than it might be if she'd been healthy the whole time and, more times than not, quiet. The few words she did know, however we, were often limited to what she wanted. 

"Wok?" she says suddenly, eyes widening and turning to the sleeping woman. Qilaq's tail wags back and forth and she growls, stepping over one white outstretched limb, to barrel into @Nemesis' side. "Wok!" she barks again, spinning out of the den into the morning sun.