Guinevere

It was early morning, and the birds would greet the early waker with peaceful song. A smile would creep upon the face as she'd wiggle free from the close nit family, tip toeing out to inhale the fresh air, there was no need to worry, Guinevere always thought of herself as responsible, its not like a bird would sweep in to attack and eat her all up. Stretching out her slender bodice and a yawn would pass the rosy lips before heading of, hiding only a few meters away from the den, chewing upon a stick. The young Pup was getting fatter by the day- as if being plumped up to be eaten on a sunday dinner. The whispy tail would stick out from behind the tree, giving away her where abouts. The tiara would lift up, the golden orbs sweeping the area before carrying on with her activity.

	he had been busy with everything that was happening as far as Valhalla was going, but he still had the means and the reason to spend time with his daughters, he had to make sure that they grew up to be strong young ladies. He wanted to make sure that they would be scholars of the world and not the raggedy women that sometimes got hold of everything that was important in the world. Collision wanted to make sure that his children knew when something went wrong in their life he was waiting on them, he wanted to make sure that he could love them, and offer them eeverything that he deserved. As far as he was concerned he was doing a decent job, but hey, he might have been surprised.

A yawn would seep out of her ebony lips- her ears upon her crown would twitch at a sudden movement. Raising to all four paws Guinevere would peek out from the tree, her golden optics scanning her father over. The tail would wiggle silently before she crouches down- trying her best to keep hidden. Creeping closer, and closer still a small giggle would accidently escape. Brushing it aside the young pup would stalk her father, going out of the grasses and racing out as if to attack. " Boo!" A yip would cirle the air, guin's to front paws attempting to push her fathers chest in a playful manner. Before rolling around on the floor all giddy. Now on her back she'd tuck her chin forwards to catch the sight of her father. " Did I scare you? I know I did! don't lie or ill beat you up like... like a twig... snap!" Ah, how funny the small fae thinks she is, a humour perhaps only she could understand. Standing back up, her nice- silken fur now a mucky, brown one brought Guinevere displeasure. Never the less she'd carry on like a spits fire. " anyway... Watchya doin?" Her golden orbs look upon him with innocence, wide and bright. As the tail thumps the earth and her coat big and puffy making her appear rather chubby. OOC: Sorry for the lateness:/ talking to you