Ankyra Sound Once you had a hook and ladder up into the headless night

Thus far, life had been rather bleak for Raleska's little daughter. She excelled in what was expected of a newborn: nursing, snoozing, crying, all bodily functions. She grew like a little weed and soon her senses would better develop. All was well enough, yet there was something missing.

No love or affection ever came for her, this child without a name. She was tended to as needed, of course, but not with any real compassion from her birth-giver. Unaware of how her mother suffered throughout the delivery of she and her brother, the hooded babe quietly craved Raleska's unwavering attention. As the days ticked by so did her yearning for this strengthen, though she'd learned early that no amount of wailing would yield results.

She bundled close to her littermate at the stirring of their dam and, on sensing her provider's anxiety, she could feel it ripple run through her little body. The pup mewled softly, uncertain, and shifted to bury her stubby charcoal snout into the pudge of her companion's neck.