The Song of My People
It was a rather dreary day. The rain had been falling all night, and she had hoped that it would stop today so she could take her children out for a lesson. But alas, the rain continued to fall heavily, soaking the ground and making everything muddy. She frowned as she watched the rain curtain over the entrance, deciding that today the pups would not be going outside. She was sure they'd get bored, and she'd be driven up the wall with it. She thought for a moment, wondering what they might be able to do so that they didn't drive her crazy. She needed...something...something...engaging? What would keep their interest? Narrowing her eyes in thought, the sudden idea popped into her head and a light bulb went off. Getting up, she headed further into the den until she came to the larger part where it opened up enough to accommodate the three of them. She had spent a considerable amount of time on her den since she returned to the Empire, and it was quite large. She had dug out three large rooms that were connected to the large room she sat in now, one for her personal herb stores and two others for the pups to use should they decide they wanted their own space when they got bigger. She usually slept in the herb den when the pups weren't sleeping with her, and the large room she sat in now was just large enough for a full grown wolf to sit comfortably without hitting their head on the ceiling. She thought about working on the den more to make it bigger, perhaps even big enough to accommodate a small fire or something. For now, though, it was fine the way it was. She called the boys to her as she took a seat.
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