Three months later she had given birth to her cub within that group of savages and she had promised herself to take care of him as soon as he was at her breast. She didn't care who the father of her cub was. What she knew was that he was hers.

She had hoped that at some point they would come for her. If they had done so by their means, perhaps they might give up their cub and accept it, something the males didn't normally do, least of all when their little one was also a male. However, in all that time there was no news of them.

He thought maybe because he was next to the savages and away from the herd, but no. There were times when he would go near the cliff and leave his scent. Nothing.

And after a year and when her puppy was already running next to her in the grounds around where she lived, there was still no trace of her dunks.

Resentment?

Pain?

Betrayal?

No, Clara did not allow herself to feel any of it. She carried the emptiness inside her with the love and care for her son and