The parting of the female and the alpha bought sadness to both. Swiftkill soon found that freedom cost her, especially now she had to hunt with a tummy full of cubs. She walked for days across the plains towards the mountains. Swiftkill knew she had to find a den soon as the cubs were almost ready. She wondered towards some hidden rocks and found a small cave. Squeezing inside it was warm and safe. This was where she would have her babies.
Several days past. Swiftkill slept a lot until one evening she felt pains through her stomach. The time had arrived and during that night she gave birth to 4 Cubs. She looked down on each, licking them in turn and marvelling how much love she had for the babies she knew for so little time. Each had their own markings, but the biggest, a male, was stronger than the rest and because of this he reminded Swiftkill so much of his father Troy.
Swiftkill fed her babies with milk, but she knew she had to feed herself to keep strong or they would all die. The days past and Swiftkill had to make the decision to leave the cubs for a short while to get food for herself. Once settled she quietly left the cave. She jumped down the rocks and quickly headed towards the river. Unbeknown to her, she was being watched and she was in danger.
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