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Shadowpup buried her face into her mom’s belly fur as she held Ash Paw tightly. Her tears made a big damp spot as she sniffled, and sobbed. The gentle rocking calmed her a little… at least enough to hear her mother’s voice over her own wailing.

As she cried, the young girl tried her best to understand Tia’s perspective, but her emotions were running like water from an open faucet. Silvertongue loved Shadowpup… but not enough to try to be her mom? How could someone be cruel enough to have one foot in her life, but the other foot out the door? Did she want her, or not?

She grit her teeth. Anger, disappointment, and loneliness ran through her blood. Shadowpup lived in a black-and-white world, but she couldn’t see or understand the gray.

“T-Tia Plata would have been a good mom!” she lamented, sadly.

“T-That man. He did something to her! Something bad!” That man being Germanicus.