Blacktail Deer Plateau One With The Dirt

Grayday shugged off his injuried and focused on telling Pema to ignore what Howl had said and that he should of said those things. She though back to what Howl had said. About how she should have been there when Heartha was giving birth. Her eyes began to tear up. Thinking of Heartha's limp body lying in the den. There had been death and the smell of blood in the air, filled with the scent of fear and anger in the air.

"I could have been with them when she first went into labor. Maybe I could have forseen it happening before it got so bad. I could have called you over for help sooner. She might still be here!" She cried not blaming herself, but sad to think that this could have been prevented.

"Oh No." she began. "She had been coughing before as well. I had seen it. I knew she wasn't feeling well, but all I did was give her some stupid lavender for her throat." She cried feeling down on herself for not seeing this sooner, before it all got out of hand and away from them.