Please enjoy two tiny babies in their first rainstorm.
Video description: two very teeny fawns in the rain. The slightly bigger one prances around before plopping down in a puddle. The smaller one is still figuring out how to walk.
After days of relentless hunting, the mother wolf returned victorious, her jaws carrying the spoils to feed her hungry pups. Yet, as she approached her den, anticipation turned to heartache. The once-familiar refuge was now an empty, violated space—the hunters had taken her pups, leaving behind only echoes of their presence.
A mournful howl escaped the mother wolf, a lament for the stolen bonds of family. In the midst of her grief, the haunting calls of two orphaned fawns reached her ears. Their eyes mirrored the loss she knew too well, the same loss that had torn apart her own family, this time unknowingly wrought by her own predatory grace.
In that shared sorrow, a maternal instinct stirred within her. The fawns, bereft of their mother, found an unlikely protector in the very creature that had taken their kin. Fate wove its unpredictable tapestry as the mother wolf embraced the fawns, weaving together a new tale of survival.
The mother wolf, now bound to the fawns by the threads of milk and blood, stood as a silent witness to the intricate dance of life and death, where humanity's inner turmoil wove itself into the destinies of all living beings.
half blind mama that used to hang around my neighborhood with her babies. these are old shots from a couple years ago. not even sure if she’s still alive and kicking but i hope so ♡