As Mary ran through the forest carrying her barely two year old pup there was only one thought that was running through her mind. That she is the worlds worst mother. How could she not think that, all of her time has been consumed with one thing. Making sure that Marisol lived. For the past twenty-two months Mary and her mate Sol have spent all of their time going to any and everyone who might have knowledge on how to save a pup who was born as a runt. She would do anything if that meant that her little Marisol would live a long and healthy life, and she was sure that she has found someone who knew the way to do it.
She slowed down when she reached the each of the forest, and saw two hooded figures standing by the lake. “Did you bring him? Is he really here?” She called out to them, alerting them of her presence.
They both turned to her and let down their hood, her eyes immediately are drawn to the man with white shoulder length hair. For the first time in twenty-two months she smiled and she knew that there was a definite way to save her precious Marisol.