Pelia

2nd Mar, 2024

When New Puppy was born, the sight of her frightened her mother. There's just... Too many legs for one puppy to have. The legs seem to be growing out of its body as though there's another puppy hidden deep inside of it. She's moving, however, and she tries to suckle milk.

6th June, 2024
Osric looked down at the small puppy, his muzzle twisted with concern. "You're...certain of this?" He questioned his queen, hesitant. "Will she survive?" Rhia looked to Alder, a questioning look in her gaze. The medicine wolf sniffed her, poking her gently with his nose in various places.

"She's lived this long, which is...was...impossible. I thought it was impossible." He said, his eyes drifting between the royal pair. "I didn't think such a thing was able to happen, but the gods seemed to have gifted her with an extended life. She should have died mere hours after birth." Osric gently nudge the small multi-limbed puppy, care and sorrow filling his eyes. She had been dropped off near the edge of their borders, presumably left to die. Polymelia was seen to some packs as a bad omen, or a sign that death was knocking on their doorstep. Perhaps her birth pack had felt that she needed to be removed, for fear that she was a harbinger of bad luck or a bad omen. The sweet pup was anything but that, Osric knew that much.

"She'll come with us," He said after a moment. "She'll reside in our cave and be watched and cared for. If the gods have gifted her to us...we must take that as a sign."