Two fluffs made of trouble

Aslatiel · 06-28-2021, 06:27 AM

They left Tira behind to sleep a little longer while Arc scarfed down his breakfast. His enthusiasm for everything physical was terribly endearing. When he admitted that he wanted to hunt down a whole dear, Aslatiel laughed softly, her purple eyes sparkling with true joy. "You're not quite big enough for deer yet, but we can hunt something if you'd like." The woman gently ran a tickling set of toes up her son's ribcage. "You shouldn't hunt something that could squish you until you're bigger and you've had a lot of practice." She admired his drive though. Asla had been killing things larger than herself from an early age. No doubt Arc would be the same.

A few more minutes was all that they would wait for Satira. As the girl ate breakfast, they would be forced to wait for her, so it was only fair. "Satira, come have some breakfast. We have a long day." It was Asla's intention to take the pair out on a small patrol. She'd had a little device crafted for the pair if they got tired. There was a small set of baskets by the door. One would hang on either side of Aslatiel's body, connected by a broad swath of skin that would cross her back and spare it from pain. The pups would each have their own basket to sit in and watch the world go by. They would need it eventually, but she knew that they would push themselves. they were her children, after all.

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Two fluffs made of trouble

Asla & Tira

Aslatiel