Lady & Starlit Eyes

After some time, the Lady reamerged from the house, carrying both pups. At her side, Starlit trotted with her head low and her eyes full of sorrow. Something was wrong, and she dreaded telling the news. But it had to be done.

The lady was surprised to see how many canines were still in the Barn, and even more so to see two raptors with them. Yet, she knew of many accounts of separate species cooperating together, for some reason or another, so she didn't dwell on it at the moment. At least this group was not tearing up the Barn or harrassing her other patients and pets.

Keeping her distance from the adult canines, she laid both pups down on blankets near a wall inside a pen. She left the pen door open however, so that the pack could get in and out; she felt that the enclosed space would provide some comfort and security to the youngster and the pack, for it was easier to protect a single entry rather than an open space.

Then she backed away and left, returning to her house. Starlit stood a little ways off from the pen, bringing her sullen gaze to meet the assembled canines, "The little female will not last through the night. She has a few hours left. I'm sorry; my master did everything in her power, but the wounds were already fatal. She should be waking up soon... you'll have some time left with her at least." The hybrid dipped her head again, hoping there would be no retaliation against her master for not being able to save Lasher. But with a crushed spine and internal injuries, there was nothing in the world to save her now.

Wanting to leave them on a brighter note, she spoke again, "The little male should be alright, but I'd advise leaving him here for at least a few days. My master will make sure he heals well, but she can't do that if he is taken away."

Fanta

Fanta bowed her head sadly, sorrowfully. "Please, try for the pack. We can't loose another member." Fanta cried. Happy for Desmon, but sad for the fae

Sequioa

Sequioa was heading back to the alleys, away from the humans touch and scent. As the pair came out, the hybrid stopped and listen to Starlits words. A wave of emotions passed through her; pain, anger, distress. Her eyes narrowed and her voice was harsh "Why dont you tell that to the pups mother. She has already lost one of her pups. This is her first litter." With that Sequioa limped away once more, trying her hardest not to cry. She did not strike out at Starlit nor the lady. She was to weak to do much damage anyways. But Sasha....Sasha would be devasted to hear that another of her pups did not last through the night. Lucky Desmon. He got to live while to others took his place from death. It was a bad thing to think but the hybrid couldnt help herself. Sasha was as close to a friend that she had. No one else was near as close to her, not even Aaka. Seeing her friend in pain made Sequioa in pain.

Fanta

Fanta turned to Sequioa and frowned even more. If only, she could make a friend. Dreams. Fanta shook her head. "Try for the sake of the pup's mother." Fanta pleaded softly.

Starlit Eyes

Starlit dipped her head further, wishing she could have brought the pack better news. "I'm very sorry; there are some wounds that cannot be healed. Even by my master." The hybrid spoke softly, turning from Sequioa to Fanta, "She tried very hard, and did everything she could, but there was nothing that could save her." She paused, trying to think of anything comforting to add, before a thought came to mind. Violence was escalading in the Valley again, though Starlit didn't know quite why yet. "If the pups come under attack again, bring them here and they can be safeguarded in the house or the cages until it is safe for them. I'm afraid that's all we can do for them, aside from treating wounds." She hated seeing any creature in pain, but pups... they were the ones that really got to her heart.

Scent and sound told Starlit that there were more casualties. With a final nod to the pack, the hybrid headed for the front yard.

Fanta

Fanta bowed her head looking blankly a the bottom of the barn her memories clouding, loosing her mate to the savage humans, all of her pups but Patch who had been almost killed if it weren't for the kind human who took him into a 'vet' and saved Patch's life. " When will the male be ready to come home? I will stay here until then...no matter how long it is." Fanta said firmly, she wouldn't leave without Desmon, no matter what.

Desmon

After some time, Desmon stirred and opened his eyes. Breathing was hard and painful, but not so bad as it had been before. Confused and groggy, the pup lifted a shaky head, blinking the blurriness out of his eyes as he tried to figure out where he was and what had happened. "Momma..." He whimpered out quietly, his head throbbing slightly from where it had gotten hit. He could smell some of his friends here; Fanta, Skeil, Lasher...

Fanta

Fanta turned and rushed to the pup and gently nuzzled him. "Desmon..." she said. Fanta looked at Lasher and sighed, could she still be able to make it. Maybe their was a chance. "Desmon. Don't worry, we'll bring you bakc home when Lasher's better."

If she does get better. Oh god, SAVE HER!

Skeil, Mesa, Lasher, & Desmon

Skeil paced anxiously around the Barn, pausing beside Fallen before drifting towards the pups, then back to the adult. By this time, the Silver Glades adolescents had left, as had Sequioa. Now all that were left were Desmon and Lasher. And one was fading fast.

Lasher had never woken up when she was brought out to the Barn. A few times, her ears would flicker, or her nose would twitch as she picked up on her surroundings. As the evening wore on and fell into dusk, the little pups stirred. Her eyes fluttered upon, just partially, as she gazed into the dim interior of the building, "I'm alright.. mommy, daddy..."

Skeil jumped up, hearing the tiny voice. Looking anxiously to Fanta, the pit bull turned her gaze to the pup. "Lasher, I'm here. We're all here. Lasher...?" Even as she spoke, she realized that the pup could not hear her, nor see her. Lasher was dead.

Slowly, Skeil backed away, a soft sigh escaping her blunt muzzle. "She's gone." Sullen eyes turned to Fanta once more, "I think it would be best if you brought Desmon back to the Aegis Den. You can be with your own son there too; I'm sure he misses you by now." Moving back towards Fallen, she sat down heavily, "I'll stay and wait for her to wake."

Mesa hung her head down in a mournful way. With nothing to say, she stood silently and waited for Fallen to awaken.

Desmon wagged his tail a bit and looked to Fanta. He didn't know that his cousin had just died, "I can't wait to go back home." Slowly, he lifted his head up, but he was more tired than he realized. His head plopped back down against the blanket.

Fanta

Fanta felt like she was shot as she looked at Lasher. "No..." But she couldn't do anything. She nodded to Skeil and picked up Desmon in her jaws. "Let's go Desmon" Fanta felt as though she had lost a part of herself, a pack pup.

Good bye Lasher Fanta thought, hoping that the pup heard her in 'dog heaven'