11/12/2025, 4:38 AM
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Born to love, forced to be sick
3-3-3 OC
3-3-3 OC
SpeechEmotional Actions Thoughts
The female lay by the stream, barely alert enough to hear the approaching wolf until she spoke up. Sluggishly, Vespertine lifted her head to look at the white wolf, remembering faintly this was...the mother of the pup she'd been trying to help. Slowly, she sat up and looked to the white wolf once more.
Sor...ry
The word was choked, gargled even as she spoke around the mucus within her throat.
Jus wan-ted tu helph...Have my...own?
She struggled with words; hazy and muddled words seemed to fall from her jaws, and slowly she lowered her head. Did she have kids? She remembers small faces, faces that didn't have their eyes opened. Were they hers? She didn't know, but she knew that the feeling had risen to help that pup as best as possible. A mother's instinct was bone deep, not mental; it was simply woven into the soul.