Fle

[4/25/22]
Born in Spring of Year 3 during a rain shower. She is a beautiful and distinct pup, curled against the fur of her mother's belly as she prods adamantly for milk. She is strong, much like her sister.

[4/28/22 - Diary 1]
"Divine Unut...I'm gonna be Lead Wolf someday...Mama Ita says so, and papa Bernd says so, too. I see how my packmates look at me- what if they don't like me! Mama says a good Leader isn't just based on her power, or her appearance, or her soft heart...It's her devotion too! What if I'm not devoted, Unut- Divine Unut? I keep seeing Sandor around the territory...I have to marry him...Mama Ita says so, and so does papa Bernd...I wish they'd stop saying so..."

[5/1/22 - Diary 2]
"Sandor and I shared a bone, today...Oh, Swift Unut, I don't like him! I'm only doing what mama and papa say, for the pack. I'm not doing this for myself...And I know that Sandor knows that. He always talks about what he'll do for the pack, what he'll bring to the Wastelanders...Maybe I'm just too young to understand..."

[5/7/22 - Diary 3]
"Divine Unut, I cannot stop crying. Mother has left me to lead the pack; she has gone deep into the forest to unite with you...She told me that my duty as Lead Wolf, first and foremost, is to bear pups...Is that by your decree, or one by some wicked elder? Oh, I do hope that isn't something you told her...Mother told me that you will be a gentle paw in my time of need. What does she mean, Swift Unut...? I'm in my time of need now! I fear that when I feel the kick of pups in my belly, I'll drive myself off a cliff...Please do not let me!"

[5/8/22 - Diary 4]
"Dear Divine One...They are here, and my body is exhausted...Sandor will not leave my side, though I am unsure if it is to care for me, or to gawk at what he has contributed to creating. They both look just like him...Nearly just like each other!...Mother always reassured me that parental instincts overwhelmed you straight away. Divine Unut...Where are mine?"

[5/8/22 - Diary 5]
"It's a new moon, and a new winter, Divine Unut...My pups have weaned just in time, thank the Swift, as my body is no longer able to readily provide. We are cold...Nothing like the biting summers in the desert. I'd almost rather have those back than this bitter frost...It scars my nose and my paw pads, leaves my packmates sullen and underfed...Sandor does not seem to take notice. He hails from a cold land; this is nothing for him. He can't understand that our hunting teams are trying, trying with desperation to keep the pack fed...The fool. I feel so sorely toward him, Divine Unut, truly I do. I wish this was not the life mother and father fated me to live."

[5/18/22 - Diary 6]
"Oh, Divine Unut! Fahren broke one of your Tenants, and you strike her pup down with a foul illness...My packmates watch her with goring stares, their tails low and their ears taut. She behaves like she does not have to pay heed to your commandments, and Sandor...He does not condemn her actions! It is you who strikes her down, Divine Unut...The same cannot be said for Sandor. He has seemed to be more distant as of late, paying me no mind and hauling himself to the mountain peaks to watch the stars...I do not know what he sees, Divine One, but I fear it!"

[6/4/22 - Diary 7]
"Sweet Moon...Sandor has weaned me off of praising the Divine Unut as I have just weaned off my pups...He did provide irrefutable evidence that she is no longer by our side; but still, it breaks my heart to know that mother...My mother...Led us astray, for so long. So many seasons I suffered as a pup, malnourished and fighting over scraps of meat and bone...My pups will not live that way. I may be weak...But the Wastelanders are still my own...I only hope they can thrive under the weight of Sandor's recklessness. Will they all fare fine, when I am gone...?"