The once-love of Jaime had been walking the Ashen Woodlands, wondering where he was. He had played her, and abandoned her once he had pupped her and left her carrying children. She had been toying with the names her lay had left her: Tytos and Tyrion, names for boys should she have them. The heavily pregnant woman slipped into her makeshift den. She was sure Jaime would return again. But then again . . . she wasn’t too sure.
Mari barely noticed as the process began, so deep was her fatigue from that day’s wandering. Later all she would remember was the pain.

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She had two daughters, and two sons. Marigold would take them to see their grandmother once they were old enough. The one tiny girl was Primrose, and she had already named the two boys Tytos and Tyrion. The last girl, she decided, would be Nanala; she knew that meant sunflower.
Her pups were beautiful. Three of the four were hybrids of their parents, and Nanala, she guessed, must simply be an ice Elemental. Marigold loved them with all of her heart.

“All you ever did was wreck me-yeah you, you wreck me . . .”