Yatima watched in confused hurt as the Wild Dog moved away and disappeared into the grass. She didn't really know what had just happened, it all went by too quickly for her to digest. She knew that her alternative to dealing cubs wasn't the best route, but...How could she take care of cubs when she could hardly take care of herself? The Wild Dog was right. She needed to learn, but...Yatima shook her head. No, she would never have cubs, not if she could help it.
She leaned down and started in on her meal. She had to replenish her energy if she was going to attempt hunting again soon. As she swallowed a particularly flavorful bite that had less flavor the more she thought, Yatima lifted her head. It was colder now.
He was right...But she needed to make sure that his prophecy was wrong.
Yatima would not be the one to bear cubs.
She swore it.
