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Date Posted: 16:52:48 08/13/02 Tue Ishtar watches Lunaia with sadness in his eyes. Whether it is genuine or feigned, who knows? And when he speaks, there is a sound of guilt, and deep regret. "I am so sorry, Lunaia," his voice is soft, distant. "Bad wolves did this to her. There was nothing I could do. She's gone, little one. That is only her body. Your mother is dead." Ishtar lies down next to them, his black-masked head on his paws, and his muzzle close to his little neice. He lets her cry, he lets her grieve. She deserves that much, at least. Afterall, Brandy had been his sister, as well. And the only wolf who had acknolwedged him. Without disgust and regret. He, too, regretted her passing. He, too, mourned. Even if he brought it on. But it was her choice, he thinks dully to himself. Another neglegent mother damaging her pup." "I am sorry, Lunaia," he murmurs. "I am sorry I had to show you this. It is best, perhaps, to return to your grandfather. He will take care of you. Go back to your pack, little one." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |