Aaka

The mother battled her way through the terrain and the storm, and finally she reached the den. With a sigh of relief she crawled inside, and curled up in a small ball.

Soon, three pups lay by the white mothers side. There had been four, but to break the mothers heart, one was still born. She had moved it outside, a burial of sorts. Now she lay there, licking her three new children. The spawn of Torture. "Esscence, Redemption, Vengeance." She murmered as she named each of her children.