Sweetmurmur felt the world tilt on its axis, her legs trembling beneath her as she struggled to comprehend the enormity of his words. The den, once a sanctuary of warmth and safety, now felt like a cage trapping her with a predator. Her mind raced, fragments of memories flashing before her eyes—his first steps, his playful antics, the nights spent curled together in the nursery. How had it come to this? How had the son she nurtured turned into a being she could barely recognize? The casual brutality in his voice shattered any illusions she might have held onto. Sweetmurmur's breath came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. She wanted to reach out, to touch him and somehow bring back the kit she knew.

— In which a mother has reality
handed to her on a silver platter

"I did it for you, ma."

TW
— Mentions of Still Birth
— Depictions of Dead Kits
— Loss of Motherhood
— Divorce like Situation
— Murder
— Mentions of Animal Abuse
— Depictions of Battles
— Violence
— Thoughts of Suicide
— More to be Added