Karma

A storm raged outside the confines of the den, snow slamming against the mangled trunk as the wind howled. Within, one could smell the metallic scent of blood filling the air along with a trace of something else. The smell of new life.
Karma's mother was not a she-wolf that many thought would be the one to start a family, especially with a dispersal, but here she was, curled around two small bundles as her violet eyes stared out into the darkness of the night. How would she explain this to her father? Her absence was unexpected, and the pack hadn't known she had been pregnant. If they had, things would have been a lot worse for her in the last few weeks. She was thankful for the plentiful prey the hunters had captured, thanking the stars for the migration of elk from down the mountains.
Glancing down at the two pups nestled against her side, she lowered her nose to each of them, breathing in their distinct scents that mingled with her own. A male and female. A relatively small litter, but difficult to say the least. It was a complicated birth without an Herbalist there, not to mention she had never borne pups before. She repeatedly thought to herself how the hell could rogues go through this by themselves and she couldn't? She'd be damned if she'd let a loner be better at something than a pack wolf.
So there Nightstep lay, nursing pups that were sure to cause outrage within her pack. A traitor they would call her, berating her for her mistake. Why did she have to fall for him, that smug grin he held when he saw her, his rebellious remarks against pack life? His sweet words, those late nights when they would run through the long grass with one another. She inwardly scolded herself. Boulder was a rogue. He would always be a rogue. She even laughed in his face when he proposed that the two of them go start their own pack together. Now she was stuck here with his pups, anxiety pooling in her gut as her heart sunk. This was when she decided she would not get attached to her own offspring. If they were going to get killed when she returned with them, figuring if she didn't make the bond then she wouldn't die from the heartbreak.
The dark pelted she-wolf couldn't help but smell them though, closing her eyes as her lungs filled with the gentle scent of new pups. Her pups. Stop. She has to stop. She cannot get attached to them. Shaking her head, she snorted the scent from her nasal cavity. She was so close to becoming the heir to the pack, and these pups could not get in the way of that. Not only was affiliating with loners against pack law but she hadn't been given permission to have pups either since she was needed so often, having pups would put her out of commission, therefore making her useless in the eyes of her family. She could hear Robinfrost's grating voice belittling her "Oh, but I thought you would do anything for your pack? So you run off with a stray and get knocked up? Realllllyyyy helpful there, Nighty.". Her head snapped up as she heard the crunch of footsteps nearing her hiding place while her hackles rose, ears flattening against her head as she remained silent.