Woof for the Fireplace

Though the tower was her primary project aside from the wall, patrols and other alpha duties, she added to her projects with building other things. She’d been gathering firewood, and now, behind her on a sledge, she dragged a stack of it across the moor along one of the well-worn paths.

Her muscles ached, but it was a comfortable sort of heat of a day well-spent being active. With summer’s arrival, Justice’s children were now yearlings, and it stunned her just how swiftly time moved. Hadn’t it been just yesterday that she’d been taking them on a circuit around Valhalla, and showing them the rabbits to hunt?

She shook her head, chuckling at the thought that Justice had probably already booted them out of the den to make their own. Justice’s parenting methods were definitely a lot more paws off than her own, but she knew that every mother was different. And Justice’s methods were perfectly… Justice.

What paths would the three newly-minted yearlings follow? It was a question she asked in her mind a lot over the year they’d been growing up. Fidelias was quiet and reclusive, Kaija adventurous and often wandering—something that would normally have had pups and their parents in deep trouble, but with the circumstances surrounding the trio’s birth, she’d decided to relax the standards. It personally worried her, but now that they were yearlings, their lives were in their own paws.

Arne was friendly, good-natured, though she hadn’t seen much of him. Oh he was around, but she figured maybe he’d been spending time with their father.

The sledge hit a snag and she gave a startled “Hurk!” as the harness across her chest fetched up sharply and stopped her in her tracks with a stagger, jolting her from her thoughts and she turned, glad the stack of wood had been strapped down with cordage.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think