Sylver just panted. She still had a pup that needed to come, but she was too weak and had lost too much blood. She could feel her legs beginning to go numb. She was dying, and she knew it. "Sylver!" North cried as he saw her eyes beginning to glaze over. "No, don't die!"
Sylver looked at North out of the corner of her eye, too weak to raise her head. "Goodbye North," she said weakly, her voice quivering and barely above a whisper, "I love you. Take care of our pups. I'll be in your heart forever, watching you from StarPack..." Her body gave a massive shudder, her paws jerked, and she lay still.
"No," North whispered. Sylver had stopped breathing. She was dead. "No, Sylver, don't leave me!" He began frantically licking her face.