Falling in Fall

Suspense watched with rapt attention as her mother took charge. She nodded when her mother told her to return to the den and get some supplies, her tiny paws already pounding the dirt and she called for Tamerlane, who was never too far anyway and she could hear flapping above her as she ran. It wasn't far from the den and she skidded to a halt in front of the den before slinking inside, first she separated a wad of wool from the small bundle her mother kept and pushed it outside to her waiting raven. Then she had to dig around a bit for the bowl her mother kept, a rounded thick stone with a deep divet in the middle, which she struggled had to struggle to grip for a bit before finally getting a solid hold on it. Then she ran out of the den, running up the bank of the river until she got further up than most members drank or splashed in.

Suspense considered how to fill the bowl for a moment, then shrugging dunked her whole head into the river, and lifted it carefully so as not to splash any of the precious cargo from it. Her return was a bit slower this time, trying to avoid losing any of the water from her bowl, which she wasn't quite able to do but still managed to keep at least half the original volume in the bowl. She placed the bowl at her mother's paws and under her instruction, took a small bundle of wool from the bigger wool ball and dipped it thoroughly into the water. Looking up to Theory, ready to dab it gently between her older sister's toes to try and clean the wound.

WC: 291 (1672/1500)


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