Mother wolf is stricken by the loss of her pups... (Males only!!!!)

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    Oh why? Why did this happen? Qualka thought. She layed her head on her paws and whinned. She missed them so much. She looked up at the moon and sighed.

    A male wolf sniffed the ground. It was late at night. He looked down as he heard a squeak of protest. A small wolf pup shivered in the night breeze. The male bent down to lick it affectionatly. The pup was the last of his family to survive. His mate, along with his two daughters, died of a terrible sickness. The only reason he kept living was because of his son.


    "Devon?" the larger wolf asked.


    "Daddy." the pup stammered.



    Devon
    [img width=510 height=343]http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs7…ildspiritwolf-d2be5oz.png[/img]


    Marrok
    [img width=336 height=510]http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs4…kes_by_WildSpiritWolf.png[/img]

    Qualka scent some strange wolf. "Hello who is there?" She asked. She padded closer to the male and saw a pup. "Is this yours? Where is his mother?" She asked him.

    The male looked at her. "Dead." he said simply.


    The pup gazed up at her, green eyes wide, and whimpered.

    "I am sorry to hear that your end up is the same as mine except I have no son and no daughters all are dead." She said sadly. She limped over to her den and layed down. She has a sever wound from the battle that took her families life.

    The male quirked an eyebrow. This she-wolf was wounded. He padded over to her. "May my son stay with you for a while?" He suddenly asked.

    "Yes he may i still have enough milk if he needs any." she said. She was so happy to be with a pup again. She really missed hers.

    He blinked in gratitude as he nudged his pup towards her. "This is Devon. And I'm Marrok." the male said. The puppy's eyes were wide with fear as he raced to stand behind his father's legs.

    "You know I had a son named Devon." she said. He was her second born. "This is my den." she said pointing toward this huge den.

    The pup looked up at his father. Marrok nodded. Devon looked back at the she-wolf, the hesitantly padded forwards, sniffing cautiously.

    Devon looked up at her. His green gaze sparkled with hope and trust.


    With his son not watching, Marrok slipped silently away.

    "He's going hunting sweety." She lied for the pups protection. Qualka licked the pup. She layed in her nest and watched the pup.

    "Yes he will when he has enough to last the whole winter." She said to the pup. I dont know if he will ever come back? She thought.