Head full of sand

Aslatiel · 06-03-2021, 05:04 PM

"Aslatiel"

She was fat. Fat and swollen and as pregnant as pregnant could be. Aslatiel was a small wolf, but now it looked like she'd swallowed a bolder. She still worked every day, dealing with pack duties and border patrols and all, but it took a lot out of her. She'd done as much walking as she could manage and decided to call it quits. Her paws ached too much to continue, so Asla made her way to the empty den. Acantha was out doing her duty as well.

Curled up on a pile of furs outside of the den, Asla's head and ears went up as she heard Mort's familiar call at the border. What was he doing calling from the border? This was his home. She couldn't very well go and meet him, not after she'd been walking for such a long while, so the Reaper raised her muzzle and howled back, welcoming her brother home. She would wait outside of her den for the winged man to appear.

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