babies making booze

Indy stood up straighter as the young she wolf came barreling towards him. He was huge for a puppy, and already was gaining in inches on the older yearling. She apologized as soon as she saw him, sending up a flurry of snow into the boy’s newly formed mohawk. They both knew what they were there for, and Indigo nodded his huge violet head in answer. ”You c’n call me Indy if you want.” He offered with perked ears and a wag of his tail. Indigo seemed too formal between friends, and he really wanted to be friends. He felt like the black sheep of the family already, he wanted more friends. He wanted to feel like he fit in.

”Aunty Io helped me get everything set up…” he started softly as he aimed to lead the way to a laid out old hide. The honey was in makeshift containers along with jars of water, and the secret ingredient of yeast. ”Do you know what to do?” He asked with a subtle tilt of his head in curiosity.