Drabble/Oneshot #1: Capitoline Wolf

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A lone she-wolf was maintaining a slow trot down a rocky river bank. Her copper fur shone like bronze as the last few rays of the days sunlight reflected off of her fur, and her brown eyes scanned her surroundings warily. She paused her stride occasionally to take in a whiff of the cool spring air, although all she could smell was the stale scent of a squirrel that had taken the same path down the river bank as her in quest for seeds maybe two or three days ago. The she-wolf's name was Lupa.

A illness had taken the animals of this land by suprise a season before, and killed off many of the forest's creatures. This was unfortunate for Lups because all four of her pups had fallen ill when they were only weeks old, and the fourth and last of the litter had passed on to Elsyium five days later. Now it was three full moons later, and although the ex-mother was still saddened by the loss of her pups, she had picked herself up and had moved on after a week of greiving. Prey was scarce due to the devistating illness that had swept through the forest, and a days meal was considered a blessing from the gods to Lupa. Due to the lack of prey that dwelled on land, she had used fishing as her last resort. The fish had not been effected by the illness, so they were plentiful in number. Although it seemed silly to the she-wolf for wolves to fish, the bears did so, so why not she?

Lupa had arrived at her destination- a shallow part of the river that only went up to her shoulders. Many young trouts swam in this part of the river, because it was where many tributary streams met there to form the Tiber River. She hovered above the clear waters, bracing herself to catch a trout in her jaws. A loud cry distracted her from the trout, and she snapped her head towards the cause of commotion. A basket had been washed up onto the opposite river bank, and the basket held two human infants wrappped in white blankets.

Lupa took both twins into her jaws and brung them back to her den. Why she had did so, not even Lupa knew. Maybe it was because their cries reminded her of her own deceased pups, or her younger self pitied the poor boys. She laid the twins down in her den and laid herself down on the ground next to the infants. Lupa let them suckle, and she bathed the two while they did so. She felt a new protectiveness other the two, the kind only a mother a posscess. These two were her pups now, and she was there mother