The black one was still growling low, with a fierce, puppyish sound.
The little white one kept pawing at her skirt, who knows what it wanted.
Luna lowered her gaze to her bleeding calf, her expression extremely complicated: "As expected, you reap what you sow. They... they resent me."
The three wolf pups had never tasted a drop of their mother's milk since they were born.
She'd even kicked them aside before when they tried to nurse, and she'd never kept them by her side. It was only natural they held a grudge and wouldn't be close to her.
Zeke Veridian walked over, equally conflicted, glanced at her bleeding calf, squatted down, tore off a piece of beast hide to bandage her, and comforted her: "The pups are just shy, Luna, don't overthink it."
She looked at Zeke. Though she felt a little sad, she didn't blame the wolf pups.
