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Barren
[Prologue: The First Drappa]
"What if there was more to the story than we know? What if Huttser didn't fall in love with Palla first? What if Morgra, of all she-wolves, was the First Drappa? There is more to the story than we know. All of the things you've been told, young one, are propaganda. Listen close, and – no questions yet, little one – relax. You're in Tsinga's care, now."
Flurries of snow danced heavily in the breeze as a pair of amber eyes shifted from side to side. Clouds of hot air collided with the brisk night air, creating an effect that looked like the Drappa was breathing fire. Her belly was swollen with pups, and, although it was well-past whelping season, and Morgra was wondering why her pups hadn't come, she was expecting their birth to be a healthy one.
"Morgra," A voice growled, making the Drappa whirl around, a dangerous snarl on her maw.
She relaxed when she saw the male, his familiar facial features and handsome, neatly-groomed pelt.
"Huttser," The she-wolf whimpered, bounding up to the male and nuzzling his cheek. "It's been months. Have you found a permanent den yet? I'm tired of being a Kerl!"
There was a slight growl to her voice as the Drappa addressed the Dragga. But Huttser just ignored the random act of anger and nuzzled her back.
"Morgra, when have I ever failed you?" He woofed, giving a slight wag of his tail.
The Drappa rolled her amber orbs, growling.
"You always fail me, Huttser. Now, lets get back to the den." She mumbled.