Mini Mes

Manea watched her pride and joys as they experienced the world for the first time, chuckling with amusement at the reaction both of them gave to feeling the frozen, crunching grass under paw for the first time. It was so interesting to see how the two of them approached things differently. With all the litters she had ever been around only containing one pup before now she had never gotten the chance to see different personalities blossom side by side like this and it was absolutely fascinating. Their son most certainly took after Alastor with his bold and headstrong way he approached the world while their daughter was a bit more cautious and calculating as she was, but perhaps even more so. She watched Avacyn as she ran forward toward Alastor only to tumble into his legs after tripping her own paws, making Manea grin and give a sympathetic chuckle. She knew that feeling all too well, but she had no doubt that her little doppelgänger would get the hang of it in no time.

Turning her attention to her son, she walked over to where Saracyn was sniffing intensely at the ground as he explored and took everything in all at once. She sniffed the air with a more practiced nose, lowering her head to find the trail of some pronghorn that had passed by maybe a few hours before, clearly beginning to take note of the wolves that had taken up residence here and were moving through this portion of the prairie when they weren't around to snatch them up. The scent was still pretty strong here though so she gave Saracyn's cheek a little tap with her nose and nodded to where the scent was strongest maybe half a dozen feet from where he had buried his nose in the grass. "Can you guess what that trail would lead you to?" she questioned with a little smile. Pronghorns were plentiful around this prairie and were an easy, quick meal she or Alastor could catch on their own so it had been a frequent meal for the pups recently so the scent should be at least moderately familiar for her little firecracker.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny