No, no no no!!! It couldn’t have happened. She had taken every precaution in order to make sure that he would survive. How could he have died? He was supposed to be her healthy boy and all that had happened was that she had to live through the pain and suffering of losing her baby boy. She curled around him, the child she failed to protect when he had survived. She had to find where she had buried Delilah… she had to know that they would both be safe from their father even in the afterlife. Her eyes were filled with her pain as she called out in painful howls. How could this have happened? She was protected, fed even. She had only looked a way for a second, her eyes blazing with rage when she sniffed around her son.
There was the strong scent of death. How had he died? What had happened to him? She mourned the loss of her only surviving child and thought of herself as cursed. She picked him up by the scruff, her child, and carried him into the den that they had been staying in since she had been found at the borders. It was all her fault; she shouldn’t have moved him so soon after his birth. She should have insisted that they stay in the cave where he was born for a while longer but she hadn’t. Her son had died before he could even greet her as his mother. A small tear fell as she curled around him, protective as she once had.