Broken Boulder i am human. nothing more than human.

@Solomon @Brilliance @Mali

Motherhood was tiring. It had drained Queenie of her very essence, leaving behind only a shell of indifference and instinct. It took constant reminders to eat and drink and sleep for her to even survive, and she couldn't help but resent the pups for it. They were more mobile, more vocal, and Queenie hated every minute of it. She thought that she might go insane if she had to stay shelled up in the den for much longer, but knowing that it was the only thing that gave her any sort of purpose kept her sated.

Vous m'avez vidé de la vie, she whined, eyes swollen and tight from days without sleep, Vous avez tout volé. Queenie was tired of seeing them everyday, instead of seeing the sun's rise over the horizon, or the evening lights dancing on the treeline. She was tired of hearing their voices, smelling their scents; she didn't want them anymore.

But she would be damned if anyone tried to take them.