Mother's Tears
Alpha-Mommy is crying again. I lick her jaw and taste the salt. She puts a paw on my head and pushes me away with a growl. Alpha-Mommy wants to be alone. But Alpha-Mommy is alone too much. She needs Pack.
I am Pack. Alpha-Mommy always says so.
So I stay, and I wait for Alpha-Mommy to dry her tears.
