Horns

*Mara* · 07-10-2017, 11:43 PM

The new mother found herself laying regally on a fallen log not far from her den site, gazing out around the orchard as night fell around her in the peaceful land she'd made herself at home in. Her life had been turned inside out, rearranged entirely in such a short time that she was still recovering from all the drastic changes. Perhaps the biggest alteration to her usual schedule was there was so little time for rest. It was difficult to be lazy when there was always something to do. Care for pups, hunt, scout the territory she was residing in, threaten the occasional innocent passerby to release some pent up stress. Busy life, this mom stuff. Once her offspring were older she'd have an easier time relaxing, but for now there were always things to do. This was why she was so thoroughly enjoying the peaceful moment as birds began ceasing their chirping and the light fled from the sky above. Soon her dark form was sinking lower and lower, draping long limbs over the log more and more. Spark-colored eyes were soon hidden below dark lids as she took her first opportunity of the day to actually relax, though not fully. Never fully when her pups were still so small.

If there was one thing that Mara was coming to understand it was what being a parent was. Her own parents hadn't been all that... Nurturing. Those thoughts pushed her to do her best to at least always be there, and even try her best to get along with Ruthgar. Not always a successful endeavor, but then she'd yet to meet anyone she could get on with entirely. Yawning, she lifted her heavy head. Must stay awake. No sleep for this woman. Sliding down to the ground, she stretched languidly for a while, enjoying the feeling. Even with frequent hunting trips she felt like she wasn't getting quite enough exercise to stay in shape. Ah well, soon enough the time would come when she could go out more often. For now she was happy to wander the orchard, never straying too far from her sleeping pups. Repeatedly the familiar urge she used to sate so regularly would surface and she'd push it to the back of her mind. Not now, not unless she had good reason. Wouldn't wanna wake the kids if she didn't have to.

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