Lost Creek Hollow la redención

It was no coincidence Shadowpup was born under stormy clouds, for her mother’s torment was intense like the sheets of ran and claps of thunder. The little babe, dark like her father, was thrust into the world -- ready to be received by life.

The infant cried out as her squirming body searched for milk, but any rest and comfort did not last long. Soon, she was carefully carried out into the cold mist of the dawn… though Shadowpup only craved and wanted mother.