The first time she’d seen a rogue mother, she’d only been a few months old.
A mother, one who’d only freshly given birth by the tiny cries of her pups on the ground. This mother had been a rogue for several years, judging by her matted coat and starving form. She’d also lost her mind for the first thing the mother did for her fuzzy pups was devour them.
On cold nights, she used to wonder if that's what happened to her own siblings. And out of them, why was Rain spared?
One-Eye once told her it was her mother’s mercy. The only kindness she could grant Rain.
Now, standing in front of a real mother, fierce in the defense of her children, Rain knows it wasn't true.
A small part of her wanted to lash out in offense. The rest of her, though, couldn’t stand looking into her eyes. There was too much love and compassion, a willingness to do anything for her children.
In front of eyes like that, Rain could only say nothing.