Her eyes were wet with tears and as she placed the cub at her paws, Pallat realised just how young he was. He was barely three weeks old.

Pallat’s sister let out a low growl. ‘Pallat… Where are you, I should have trusted you… Where are you Pallat.’

Pallat opened her eyes. She knew how long it took for a female to get pregnant and then to have her cub. And if the cub was now three weeks old, Pallat had been away from the pride for that long. She stood up slowly and addressed Tareth.

‘Stay with the pride. If they wake up, tell them I am not too far off. That I just needed a little time to myself. And if the cubs wake, please comfort them. I wont be long, Tareth. I have someone I need to see…’

Tareth nodded now wide awake. She knew this was important.

This young female was her youngest sister, and she felt hurt that she had lowered herself to Kar.

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