High Matriarch Mah'de was frustrated.
Her beautiful ooman daughter had grown up so fast. The Matriarch remembered the day she found Nala.
The Matriarch woke early. She had plans to visit the trading market on its first official opening day of the season. This was her favorite place on yautja prime. It was close to her home so she often went alone. As she shopped for fabrics and exotic foods, she enjoyed the cool morning air and lack of crowds.
Mah'de had just about finished her shopping when she noticed a new merchant stand.
She saw many yautja standing around the stand, and wondered what could be so interesting? She'd seen it all. Mah'de almost left.
All of a sudden a loud cry came from the stand, a babies cry. It wasn't an yautja cry either.
It was as if the cry was pulling her towards the stand. As Mah'de approached, all the yautja became silent and and parted a path so she could see the baby.
The child was ooman.
Mah'de had never seen an ooman baby before. She dropped her packages and leaned over the woven basket, and her heart skipped a beat. The child was so small, defenseless and obviously stressed.
Her maternal instincts kicked into overdrive, and she groweled threateningly at the other yautja. As Mah'de picked the baby up, she felt the child calm. This pleased her.
"How did you get this child?" Mah'de asked the merchant. He explained the mother of the baby was mated to a low ranking warrior, and they were both killed by badbloods. The child was left at a trading post; most likely by the badblood.
Mah'de knew her life was going to get more interesting.
"The child is sick, she needs milk." Mah'de told the trader. She then asked him how much money he wanted.
"No cost" the trader replied. He explained he was happy to be rid of it. He has honor, and did not want the child to die. This was the best place to take it, hoping someone would be able to care for it.
Mah'de was so overcome with feelings of excitement she left her packages and headed towards her home.
Once inside she placed the child on her bed, making sure the baby wasn't hurt. Female! Mah'de thought. She only had sons. She felt a joy she'd never imagined she would understand.
She asked Paya to bless her with female offspring many times, and only male pups she would birth. Mah'de loved her sons, but wanted a a little female pup.
"Here she is" Mah'de thought.
As the baby started to squirm and cry, Mah'de instinctively started to breast feed her. The child was hungry, and fed well. Mah'de also had just weened a son, so her milk still flowed freely.
As the baby suckled, Mah'de looked at her. She was larger than a newborn, only a few moons old though. The child's eyes were an ice blue; they were hypnotizing. She also had platinum gold hair, and a cute little button nose.
Mah'de fell in love, the twin suns of yautja prime would rise and set to her daughter.