Rayne listened to Beartooth. She knew she didn't want to be owned and pupped, no, never-but she did understand that her sons needed her. And if Rayne left now, she would surely just kill herself. Finish the job that she had started so long ago. It felt like an eternity ago, that she'd wandered into Tarben. 

I appreciate your offer, Beartooth, she whispered, her voice gaining strength, but I cannot in good conscience leave these two without a mother. They've already lost a brother, and two brothers and a sister before them-I won't have them lose me as well. I will try my best to handle my depression. I swear to you that no matter how down I'm feeling, I will always drag myself out of this den to get food, if only for them. I have to raise them. She gazed at her two sons. Softer, in a murmur, she mused, They're beautiful. Their wings, their fur. Both had bird wings like Bastian and Rayne had gained. It broke her heart to think of Bastian. Thoughts of him brought on thoughts of their deceased children.