Pup under paw

Her siblings were out and about, and she had been gnawing on a bone not far from their den. Her little fangs left marks on the smooth ivory, and any lingering meat was long gone. Mostly she was just bored, and felt like chowing down on something. When she heard her mother shuffling her way, she let go of her victim and bounced to her paws. She trotted over to her mother's side, and wound about her long, pale legs. She was still a little thing, and fit easily under her mothers stomach a she got in the way.

Not on purpose of course, but she looked up into the golden face of her mother and wagged her tail happily. “Mumma, Daddy gave Pyr a job, can I have a job too?” she puffed out her chest, trying to look strong and independent, like she could do anything asked of her. She wanted to be helpful, and to learn, and she wanted to spend more time with the golden lady that had birthed her.

She breathed in the familiar mix of herbs and otherness that was her mother, the scent mixing together into something that could only be described as home. she knew home might be moving soon, an idea that frightened and intrigued her. Home was here but maybe home could also be elsewhere, so long as all of her family was with her. “Mumma, will there be herbs in our new home, too?” she asked, as the thought of scents and familiarity entered her mind.

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