The mother bends down, nice and slow.
She licks her tiny cub's damp head,
Wet with blood, it had been said.
She would avenge him soon, but now
She had to cry, just for a while.
This is Floodsky. Her cub, Bluebird, was just killed by an evil pack of wolves, and the spirits have come to fight for both sides.
The good spirits are on her side, the bad on the pack's.
Hope you like it!
