a þing of splendor
12-08-2015, 01:32 PM
Mother had taken her out to play today, this excited the pup more than she would have normally been compared to playing in not snow. Play was an alright activity, especially if she was with her Father. However she would have much rather been enjoying a good story about Vikings of old or the gods. Lessons were also looked forward to by the girl, and her enthusiasm for learning could not be beat. But snow. The little blue eyed child did not hesitate to follow her mother out into the powdery substance, for a good long while she would enjoy the cold against her fur. All too soon she'd hear a howl though. Not quite realizing what it meant she'd feel the urge to howl back. Of course her voice was nowhere near as powerful as that of Katja. Before she knew it the game was over, and with just a little bit of disappointment she would follow after her dark coated mother. Was this a lesson? "Mother, are we going to a lesson? Will there be other pups this time? Is Father going to be there? Who was it calling for us?" She'd utter many more questions before the pair arrived. There were only two others so far, with wide curious eyes she would follow her Mother to where Katja stood. She'd do as her mother did, lowering her head in greeting when it was her turn, and adding her own respectful little "Hello, Dróttin." As her mother turned to lead her to their seat. She would find her place tucked underneath her mother's chest. She was just as eager to see her sire, "Is Father going to sit by me?" She'd ask as she looked up at her mother's chin. |
