Myr✒️

"You did well," Himles praise made her heart flutter. She panted and let her head rest while the pups, their pups, sought shelter and food by her belly, and she receieved a kiss on the forehead from her mate, yes, finally he was her mate, and he seemed to adore their pups as he stated; "they're perfect."
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"The black eyed one will move to a different pack, and either the white and yellow eyed one will stay here and make a family of their own," he was planning their pups future. Myr didn't understand why he said "either", how would he decide which one could stay, and why wouldn't all of them stay? But she imagined it was obvious to everyone but her, so she said nothing.
"I'll go into the pack tomorrow and find a pupsitter for them," Myr had been waiting for Himle to do it, but it never happened, so she assumed it was her duty.
"No need," he said frankly, with no further explaination.
"Did you get one already?" She knew he hadn't.
"Only weak pups need a pupsitter," he laughed and started heading out of the cave, leaving Myr distraught at what might happen to her puppies.
"But what if one of them gets into trouble while I'm out hunting?" She yelled after him and felt a twinge of regret, but when he turned around he wasn't mat at her.
"If they die, they weren't suited for living," his voice wasn't angry or mean, just frank, and he turned around and left. Myrs tummy felt all knotted up as she looked at her pups. Pups that he had instructed her not to name yet. Now she knew why.
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It was strange, the pups didn't look anything like her or her parents. One was grey with white eyes, eyes like Himle and Himles father and Himles grandmother. The other one was black with yellow eyes, firey eyes like the first alpha and the current alpha. The third one had black eyes, a tell-tale sign of being a descendant of Lusse, Himles father. Myr had been told by her best friend, well, her.. her old friend, and the alpha, before he became the alpha. She was told that she was beautiful, that her coat was "brindled" and special. None of her pups were brindled, and none of them had brown eyes like her. But she still loved them, and in secret she had names for them. Sun, Moon, and Sky. They were silly names, but she knew Himle would change them later anyway. Moon died. Not long after, Sky was sent off to a different pack just as promised. Sun was left and Myr hoped and wished that luck would be on her side. But then, even though he seemed tough on the outside, Himle started watching over their last puppy. Myrs heart softened once more.
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"I think it needs some wound salve," Myr grunted as she finally could sit down and out the pressure off her injured leg.
"Rest for a bit and it will heal right up," Himle told her, "Your hunting team can do well on their own for a little bit, my love."
Myr nodded. She rested, and rested, but her wound got worse. She couldn't spend time with her daughter, who preferred being outside, and also had started following Himle around a lot. Myr was both glad about it, and worried, but she tried not to think about it. After several moons of resting, she snuck out when Himle and Sun were sleeping and limped her way to Tyrs Härds territory. She looked around for a herbalist, until she caved in and sought out a guard. Appearently, the pack had a new herbalist who lived further south and east, so she headed there. The sun was starting to rise and Myr tried to hurry up, she kept a faster pace for a bit until her leg hurt too bad and she fell down to the ground.
"Fuck," she growled and watched the sky turn from purple to pink. Who knew it took so much longer to walk with an injured leg? Myr laid down for a bit, contemplating whether she should simply run away now. That's basically what she was doing already, wasn't it? She had intended to go back to Himles camp, but what if she just.. didn't? But then she thought of Suns bright eyes..
"Hey, do you need help?" A young grey wolf ran up to her. Oh, that accent! Myr had missed the way the wolves in Tyrs Härd spoke. This must be one of them!
"Yes," she said with a calm voice, "I'm looking for the herbalist."
"You found her," the wolf helped her up and Myr felt relief wash over her, "I'm Skivling."
"Skivling.. like the mushroom?" Myr asked as she was led towards the herbalists den.
"It's not a specific mushroom, just the name of the family, my mother thought it sounded.. cute," Skivling seemed disappointed.
"Your mother.." Myr remembered her, Kåda, and her other pups who used to be Myrs friends years ago, "she did like naming her pups cute names."
Skivling nodded humbly. They passed through some bushes and entered the most beautiful place Myr had ever seen, sunny, lush with plants, and a bright blue spring, which Myr was lowered into with Skivlings help. Her wound stung a bit. Skivling jumped over the spring, disappeared into a cave for a moment, and reappeared with a wooden bowl and some containers. She sat down and started mixing some things together. Myrs pain was soothed by the waters and the feeling of not being in pain was amazing, she felt more relaxed than she had ever been, resting her chin on the rock next to her.
"That wound is old. Why has no one treated it?" Skivlings voice reached her through the haze.
"Himle said it would heal on its own, I'm sure he would fetch a herbalist if it was bad, but I just couldn't stand it anymore," she sighed sleepily. She blinked her heavy eyes, and didn't realize she had fallen asleep until she woke up.
"The salve is ready, let me help you up," Skivling barely had time to finish her sentence before Myr pulled herself out of the water. She limped over to the bowl and sat down. Skivling followed.
"I don't know you, but I know of your mate," She said, as she carefully put her paw in the bowl to transfer the salve onto Myrs wound, "It sounds like you're in quite a situation."
"It's fine," Myr had accidentally said too much. No one in Tyrs Härs knew of their relation. Skivling nodded.
"I'm done with my treatment for now, I'd recommend you stay here and rest for a bit, you can use the spring as much as you like."
Myr looked up at the sky. It was blue, and the sun was peaking out by the tree tops. Myr stood up.
"Thank you for your help, but I must go," Myr turned around and started limping back home. Skivling shouted after her that she was welcome back if she ever needed anything.
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"Where have you been?" His cold gaze sent chills down her spine. She walked into the light from the fire a little bit slower, thinking out what to say.
"My wound felt better, I went out hunting this morning and didn't want to wake you," she didn't miss a beat. His eyes looked orange as they reflected the firelight. He didn't believe the lie, but he couldn't disprove it.
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Lög, Myrs daughter, was growing up, and Myr had another litter. This time they were three beautiful little girls, and Himle praised her, because appearently he had wanted them to be females. One with white eyes, one with yellow eyes and one with grey eyes, none of them looked like Myr. This time was just like last time, the pups receieved no protection from anyone except Myr. The yellow eyed pup disappeared one day and when Myr finally found her, she told her that she tried to follow a scout but they left her all alone. Myr hunted and brought home food every day, but she recieved only scraps while Himles friends feasted from what they had stolen. The pups became thinner. Myr knew she had to leave, so she sought out Lög and begged her to come with her, but Lög didn't seem to understand at all. Myr decided to stay to look after her eldest daughter. But not long after, her yellow eyed puppy went missing, and Myr found out that Himle had gotten rid of it. Myr couldn't think of any reason to do so, unless he was going to chase away all of them, so Myr took her puppies and ran.
She was scared to face her old pack, Tyrs härd, where she grew up. She lived on the outskirts for a while until her pups disappeared and she had to come begging for help. The scouts and guards of the pack told her that their puppies had recently started going missing, too, and one night the alpha found a vicious wolf holding the corpse of one of them. At last they found her pups, one had gotten into a fight with a pup in the pack, over a piece of food. The other, the white eyed one.. was dead. They said the area smelled like coyotes, but Myr found the smell strangely familiar.
More strange puppy injuries occured, and at last Myrs only puppy came home with a scratch on her leg.
"What happened?!" Myr was instantly worried.
"I was by the river, I fell and got hurt but I'm okay now!" The pup seemed to be hiding something. After that, Myr finally got a pupsitter for her.
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Myr almost cried tears of joy the day she realized her puppy would survive into adulthood, and finally decided to name her. She had never named a pup before, other than the nicknames she gave her last litter - which she tried not to think about - but then Himle gave her the official name and it was barely a name, more like a label. Myr had no say in it. This time she wanted her daughter to have a good name, a strong name. Myr thought back to her childhood, maybe she could name her after Myrs mother or something, but then she realized she could not remember her mothers name, the one who raised her was the old alpha, Gerd. So Myr named the pup Gärda.
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After many years of recovery and spending time with her old friends, who became her family, Myr had one last litter, and gave birth to a pup that looked just like her.