Midna placed the black pup on a ledge where it was sure to die. The pup wriggled, mewling for milk. It waved its twisted foreleg in the air and latched itself onto Midna's fur.

Midna ignored the pup and walked away. She was the Obea, this was her job. And yet she felt like a murderer.

Midna was young, and still irritated by her status. She hated the way mothers looked at her. And yet Midna was as much wolf as the rest as them. She had wanted to be a mother too.

She came down the slope and met up with Savainah, the mother. Together the two she-wolves started the half-a-day journey back to the McDuncans.

News of the malcadh spread fast. Savainah and her mate Adaim were driven out. Thus were the ways of the wolves.

Alone on the ledge, the little pup was confused. Everything had changed to fast. There was no milk, no warmth and no Milk Giver.

But she was intelligent. She knew that if it stayed here she would die. Survival was her only instinct. The pup slowly got to her feet, and tottered a few steps.

Overhead, a flock of owls were flying to the ring. One swooped down and grasped the pup. She shreiked as she left the ground and started nipping and scratching at the owl's talons.

The owl cursed and dropped the pup. She whimpered as she hit the ground and crawled into the safety of a small cave.

The cave was merely a crack in the wall and it wouldn't protect the pup from storms. The owl, however couldn't get at her.

The pup pushed herself as far into the crack as she could go and hoped it would be safe.