"Her growls transformed into a hoarse, powerless cry when she threw herself against yet another line of young trees. The wood broke around her, surrounded her and she struggled to get through and in this moment she heard the crying of the two cubs for the first time. It was very weak but she heard it nevertheless and then her feet hit the ground again and she dashed forward, jumped down a boulder, slammed against a trunk and stumbled forward, heavily panting, unable to catch her breath and when she turned around to run on her eyes widened as they stood right in front of a small rock face.
She could get up there! But not with the two babies."

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Art from chapter 4 of my series.
Jiddy, holding Rush and Shade, the cubs of Shannanah and Big Wheel.