A special snowflake's special time[lirika]
She was arranging one of the new pelts around amongst the old ones, it was a slow transition. The dank, stale scent was slowly fading as she changed them. The pups had rubbed the fur from the oldest ones while they were nursing, and rendered them mostly useless. She considered bringing the hides to the nearby pack, and asking if anyone would be able to make use of them. They were quite ratty, though. She was most likely just going to leave them in the valley.
The larger girls had abandoned the den in the early morning. Dominika had been, as per usual, reluctant. At least she was leaving the den now, and venturing out further every day into the clearing. When her daughter called her to come look at something, she was a little surprised. Dropping the pelt in her jaws, she plodded towards the entrance. "Дерево? Дом, кто там?" Worry was a cold knife in her chest, twisting itself a few times as she picked up the pace. Dark paws thundered across the slate, hackles bristling fiercely as she burst into the light.
There was nothing in the clearing except for her daughter. Dark limbs extended for a few long strides that would bring her to loom over her smallest child. Nostrils flared as she held her head low over her child. There was a fresh scent here. A deer. What was such a beast doing this far up into the mountains? Without a herd, no less? Perhaps it was ill? She didn't like this, at all. The scent didn't bear the sourness of an illness, but it may have eaten something wrong. The broad hoofprints in the freshly fallen snow tracked a little too close to her child. "Входите, дорогая, помогите маме очистить грязь. Я расскажу вам историю." She murmured, trying to calm herself. She didn't like the lone deer this close to the den. She may ask Samael to track it down, and check what it's behaviours were. Lowering her crown even more so, she made a move to nudge her youngling towards the den again.
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