They quietly watched the child in their arms, among them one little wolf cub had been ill for many days.
The body, once small and thin, now was just skin and bones, its ears drooping down, curled up motionless in the female's arms, only the occasional rising and falling of its belly signaling that it was still alive.
"Old Leader, I'm willing to go with you, as long as you can save my child."
The other three females unhesitatingly agreed.
"Old Leader, I know you won't abandon us, please, take us with you."
They all held their children in their arms.
This was born recently by a female on the return journey.
She gave birth to four wolf cubs in this litter.
All the wolf cubs were born safely, but the scent of blood attracted the neighboring Tigers seeking food.
The female was weak after childbirth and fell into the Tigers' jaws.
Everyone clearly saw that scene.
As a female, giving birth is already difficult, let alone in such a perilous situation.
