The worries

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(Wynter is now 8 months)

I woke up at around three in the morning. I groaned and got up to pee. When I went back to bed I slept for awhile, but woke again at five to pee again. I come back to bed. I tried to go back to bed. I leaned up realizing I wasn't going back to sleep, and gave up.

I got up and went outside. My stomach rumbled. I walked over to the food pile. I sniffed at it. picked out a rabbit for me and a squirrel for Wyatt. I heard squealing from a den. Three pups came running out. Those must be Tawny's pups. Wreath, Whinnie and West. "Pups! Get back in here its only dawn!" Ordered Tawny. "Awww," the pups whined as they went in.

"Hello Wynter. How are you doing?" Tawny asked. I put the food down.

"Good," I replied, "the pups are getting restless, I can barley get rest." Tawny nodded.

"Just wait till they get here," Tawny laughed. A yelp came in the den. "West, Wreath you boys knock that off, and Whinnie clean up darling." Tawny looked at me. "Well I'll see you around," Tawny said before turning and going inside her den.

I picked up the prey and headed to mine and Wyatt's den. I noticed Wyatt was awake. "Hey I was wondering where you went to," he yawned. I put down the prey.

"Oh sorry, I went outside, and chatted with Tawny," I explained, "Oh by the way have you seen her were-pups yet? They are so cute." Wyatt nodded.

"I have, they are neat, they seem to get into trouble though," Wyatt said. I laughed a bit.

"They definitely do," I giggled.

     "Well I guess all pups do," Wyatt pointed out. I nodded. I started to worry a bit. What if I can't control my pups? What if I don't know what to do when one of my pups get hurt? What if I'm a terrible mother and my pups die or hate me? I thought frantically. "Hey Wynter are you alright?" Wyatt asked. He must have noticed.

     "What if I'm a terrible mother!" I wailed to him. Wyatt wrapped his arms around me.
 
     "Wynter, you are so sweet, you'll make a great mother," Wyatt comforted me. He managed to make me settle down a bit.

     "You mean it?" I sniffled. I looked up at him and he smiled at me.

    "Mean it," he whispered. I kissed him and snuggled back into his chest.

     "I love you," I whispered. He kissed the top of my head.

     "I love you too," he replied. We just snuggled until we fell asleep.

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