Two fluffs made of trouble

Aslatiel · 07-18-2021, 06:37 AM

With Tira finally awake and eating, the excitement in Arcturus bloomed. She understood the excitement of getting out of the den and remembered her own excursions not all that long ago. It reminded Aslatiel just how young she was. Freshly two years old. Two children. No mate. High ranking. Hard working. She'd accomplished a lot in her short time in this world. It didn't make her happy though. The closest that she came to happiness these days sat right before her in the forms of the two small pups that shared her blood. Only when she was with Tira and Arc did she feel a little like herself. They wouldn't understand the sadness that she herself didn't understand, so there was no reason to show it to them.

As Satira ate, Asla fiddled with the basket harness, making sure that it was well made and secure enough to hold the pair of pups. As she tightened the straps, she carefully shifted her tail, playing into Arc's hunting game. She had a notion that he would be a very sufficient hunter simply by the amount of times that he actually caught her tail in his little kitten claws. Aslatiel was glad that both of her children had inherited those claws.

When her daughter was finished eating and came to join the group, Asla scooped the girl close and gave her face a few licks, helping to right the wild fur. She also gave one floppy ear a little nuzzle. "Today we're going on your very first patrol. All wolves of the pack are expected to run the perimeter of the pack lands to make sure that our territory is safe, that no predators have crossed over, and to mark our borders so others know where it lays." The pups would be expected to run patrols themselves when they were older. They wouldn't run them alone for quite some time though. Now was as good a time as any to get them used to the process.

Swirling purple eyes shifted from one pup to the next. "Would you like to walk for now or ride in the basket?" She would let them choose. In the basket they would be able to observe the world around them with ease. On foot, they would be able to feel the well worn path that the Armada wolves ran daily. Either way, she knew they would both end up in the basket before the day was through.
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Two fluffs made of trouble

Asla & Tira

Aslatiel