Author's Note- I don't own The Sight, and I haven't written it or anything. Andala, Accalia and Dendari are mine though. First fan fic ever. Sorta bad, so yeah, read it.

"It's raining again," Kar's voice filled the almost empty den, and he stared back at his mate as she sleep. He does not know if this is right, this love he feels for her. He had given it to Larka, and to her, his new mate, Andala. Sure, he does have feelings for her, but not the ones he had for Larka. And his feelings for Larka were still there. A stirring came from the drappa that had been lying in the den. For a moment she was Larka, and then the resemblance died.

"Kar?" Her voice was sickly sweet and caring. He turned away for a moment.

"Yes?" His voice broke into the silence that had settled between them. Even though it had been a few years since Larka's death, there were many days when he still hurt.

"Kar, I said it would be fine if you wanted to become a loner, lately you've been so… distant. I mean, I thought you would love me in time, but I'm honestly tired of waiting."

Her kind words turned harsh at the end, the choices now put in front of him.

"I…. I… don't know I have a commitment to you, and the cubs that will be born soon. I couldn't leave you to do that alone." His words had turned soft trying to calm down his mate. Yet the fire in her eyes, the attitude she had that had someone made him attracted to him.

"If you want to leave, do so, otherwise, I will leave. You would be a horrible father to these cubs, anyway." Yellow eyes glared at her mate, as he sat there, and the she-wolf got up, struggling a bit to do so as the weight of the cubs pulled her down. She began to walk, silently, out of the den, just as lightning shot across the sky and a bolt of thunder was heard.

" I'm sorry, it's just been so hard lately." His voice came out finally, just as she was about out of the den. The gray wolf looked at his mate, expecting some kind of sympathy. But her eyes remained angry. She let out a laugh.

"Hard lately? Kar, move on. She's been dead a year." And then Andala's voice softened just a little as Kar seemed to slip deeper down into his depression. "What I mean is, there are chances in life that you have to take. You missed yours with Larka. But let me tell you one thing. Larka died because she loved you back. And, I know it hurts, but have to get."

"Get over it? I will not forget about Larka," Kar snapped, a snarl emitting from his maw. He pulled back his lips, and felt the hair rise up on his back. His mate shook her head, and then began to walk out again.

"Kar, boy, have you chosen wrong this time. I'm leaving. And I'm not even thinking of coming back this time." Her eyes took on a distant look and she began to walk out, then felt a push on her belly. A whine emitted from her, and she ignored it, hoping Kar would do something in order to make her stay.

"Come on, you have to stay. We can make this work," he said, not noticing that his poor mate was going into labor right now. He walked up, and touched his nose to hers. Andala snarled at him this time, telling him to get out. Kar looked confused a moment, and then a flicker of understanding came upon his face. He nodded curtly and then left almost immediately getting drenched by the rain.

Andala laid herself down on the floor of the den, eyes closed as she counted in her head, and then reopened her eyes. He was still there. Kar wasn't gone just yet. Without realizing it, Andala breathed a sigh of relief. He had understood. Her eyes closed once again, as a wave of pain rolled up. The cubs weren't ready to get out now but the varg knew that it would happen soon.

-A Few Hours Later-

Three cubs lay next to the wall of the den, obviously stillborns, and then there were two, snuggled up against their mother, suckling. One was strikingly beautiful, with light gray fur that was flecked with many silver spots, and then there was white mixed in with it. A small heart shaped mark was on her forehead, just vague enough to make out. The other was pure black, just simply black. This one had one difference to it than its sister. Every time the cub breathed, its whole body would shake from the effort. It was sickly, and most likely it would die.

Andala gently nudged the sick pup next to her, trying to get it to suckle. She had yet to name this one, but the name for her daughter had been decided. "Accalia," she whispered into the cub's unhearing ear. Andala nuzzled the cub's head, but her mind was on the other, unnamed cub. Most likely it would die without a name. And what kind of mother would she be then?

"Dendari, that is your name, my son, that is your name." Andala murmured, then turned to the opening of the den. "Kar? They're ready." She mused, a smile playing on her maw.