what a joy

Poem liked her new brothers and sisters as long as she was able to give them back to her dad and Samara after a while. She had been fine with taking on the responsibilities of becoming heir but she certainly wasn’t ready for the responsibility of taking care of young pups. Even with her nervousness she enjoyed it though. They were cute and sweet and she liked to see the world through their eyes. Untainted by the tragedies of life before.

Hericy paws carried her closer to the den where they’d been birthed. She still couldn’t believe she’d been asked to help name them. Poem certainly felt more involved after that. Striped tail wagging at her hips she called out to see if anyone was home today. She needed a bit of distraction.