ardent

You made this? I made this.

Tyrian



Pestilence

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
159
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
319
player

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01-05-2021, 08:05 PM


Pestilence had felt shock before and this - this must have been shock. She'd long since passed the squirming pup off on Pasketti who looked just as awkward holding an infant as Pesto had. At least the monkey had hands and could keep the thing upright, especially as Pesto's focus was on the coyote carcass Obi had so graciously donated to her to feed the thing. Some part of her wished already that she'd just have left it to the monkey to be culled - after all, if Toxicity felt it too weak to live in Ashen then how the fuck was she going to convince Tyrian to allow her to take it in?

The pup complained loudly and frequently and Pestilence found herself glancing back at the struggling monkey with a soft smile. This child was - like it or not - family, her own flesh and blood. And while Pesto had shed her Abraxas name, this pup was not forced to wear it either. It was not fair to blame the little thing, nor could Pesto give up the opportunity to raise the Anti-Abraxas and one day set it back upon the wolves who'd discarded it like garbage. It? No, she. Having a kid around was going to take some getting used to, especially from Pesto who had absolutely zero experience around children.

As soon as she crossed back into the border, Pesto's relaxation returned. This was her home, her new family. Her pack would help her through this, right Pasketti shuffled the pup onto his one shoulder and with the other hand unrolled a soft pelt. It was placed upon the ground and the brightly colored pup was placed onto it's plush fur. Pesto then moved to gingerly lay down the carcass before the pup, treating the dead coyote like it was an infant itself. What if throwing it around somehow spoiled the milk within her? Pesto had no fucking clue what she was doing. Thankfully it seemed easy enough to learn, as her monkey companion took it upon himself to nudge the pup towards the corpse.

Well the immediate needs were taken care of - now Pesto needed to think long term. Before she could change her mind, she tipped back her head and howled for Tyrian.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."