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There were so many different people sitting in this one room and yet the silence was so loud and unbearable you could hear it from afar. My head felt so heavy at the time, the surrounding fur had been ruined by dried blood and the several injuries I'd gotten from Mochi's attack made it even more difficult to ignore just how much my body was begging for me to rest. How could I though? The amount of guilt I was enduring made it impossible for me to even close my eyes. I couldn't think of anything else but the fact I had failed those poor slimepups and everyone in this room. I'm still shocked, I haven't left this room because of how frozen I was with fright. Who knows when those two will return to finish what they started?

It was roughly a few hours after the Slimehounds and my encounter with Mochi and Panther. I refused to get any care from Plantix to ensure the massive gash in my head wouldn't get infected. And considering the hounds could barely speak they couldn't confirm whether my fears of my eye being completely gone were exaggerate or not. We were currently sitting in an uncomfortable silence in the room we had discovered the massacre of their young, awaiting to see if the golden variant's child were to return or not. They weren't there in the pile of blood and corpses as everyone else's were so somehow it managed to convince the lot of us that they were still alive. A few of them agreed, desperate to fulfill their instincts of being a parental figure to another while others already found no use in going on.

They sat in their own respective areas, brows furrowed and some even with teeth bared. It was somewhat frightening despite these hounds being my closest thing to family but how could I blame them? They were still mourning several losses and crushed by the fact their initial instinct had shattered within seconds. They felt their only goal in life was to have offspring, raise, love, and cherish that offspring, and move on. But under the rare circumstances of which they were to die. They'd go into a fit of rage, mauling whoever was responsible and going on to find someone else to consider their own child or just have another. They simply couldn't before. The two and escaped so quickly none of them saw any use in going after them to avenge the death of their own kin. Considering I wasn't a slimehound, they could turn on me at any moment, suddenly become unable to handle that unbridled rage any longer and take all of their hatred and spite out on my motionless, defenseless body.

As if the gold hound had been listening in on my thoughts like I was venting to them using only my conscious mind, they placed a large paw on the side of my bloodied and now bandaged head lying limp on their lap, using their thumb to gently stroke the few patches of fur that weren't covered in blood and wouldn't cause me any more pain. While it briefly allowed me to sooth my anxious thinking, the throbbing pain in my head remained the same if not increased. It was rather pathetic how fully dependent I was on these 6 as of now. They were surrounding me in a small and cluttered room in the sectors all of which were enraged and were in no mood to be approached by an unfamiliar face, with one of them even letting me lean against them while I tried to get some sleep. And I still didn't feel completely safe. 

While the gold hound continued affectionately trying to comfort me, humming at a low pitch every now and then, I gently placed a paw of my own onto their leg, doing what I could to acknowledge their efforts whilst trying to stay as still as possible. I've observed and lived amongst these hounds for several years and to be honest the gold may be the sweetest of them all. Even before they had their pup it was hard not to notice just how motherly they'd act towards nearly everyone. I simply couldn't deny their love, even if it were only to temporarily relieve the urge to act on their desperate need to be a parent.

There was a long and bulky desk lined up against the wall. We were both currently weighing our entire bodies on it. This place didn't really have beds, and even if it did, with all of the horrific screaming I was doing after Mochi nearly sunk their teeth into my brain they were probably to terrified to move me at all. It was better then laying on the ground. One of the hounds had recommended it as I frantically sobbed in the arms of the golden. Being the acceptable parent they've always been however, they went against the idea almost immediately. I smiled. Maybe thinking of more positive moments will overshadow the ones blaming me for this entire situation.

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