ardent

Much has Changed



Ocena


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08-30-2013, 08:49 PM




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my world it turns to see your smile

Ocena smiled at Zanire, her tail wagging enthusiastically as the female spoke. "Good. It hasn't been the same without you!" That much was entirely true. Ocena had never been a big fan of bears before Zanire, but she had come to trust the bear implicitly when she had helped Glaciem fight against the other bear, and when Zanire had guarded Gargoyle, well, that had ensured that Ocena would adore Zanire for the rest of her life. She would never forget what Zanire had done for Glaciem.

It seemed that this bear had a true ability to draw smiles from Ocena, because she was grinning a lupine grin at the bear's next words. "Both of our litters have been three pups." Ocena said happily, seeming pleased by the number. It was a good, solid number. Enough that her pups would not be alone and not so many that Ocena would be going crazy trying to keep an eye on all of them. For now, at least, they wouldn't be doing much, and Galileo had an eye on them, but later on... Having as many as children as Mercianne would likely drive her crazy.

Ears pricked attentively in the bear's direction, Ocena gazed at the creature, head tilted slightly as the answer to her question arrived. "A zoo?" She tested the word out on her maw, and then laughed a little at how it sounded. "It seems like it would be a very weird place." The female shrugged slightly, turning her attention towards the more interesting parts of that statement, "Two is a good number too," Ocena nodded firmly at that, tail wagging contentedly against the earth.

It was only then that she noticed Gargoyle's approach. The female stirred, her head swinging towards her mate, and then she was on her paws, pressing her muzzle against his chest, inhaling deeply as she breathed in his scent. "Gargoyle," Her greeting was slightly breathy as she drew back, tail wagging happily. She had missed him. They hadn't been apart for long, of course, but she had missed him anyhow.

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"Speech."