You Should Ask Your Mother.

Light blue eyes watch the small pup move to Puff’s basket and quickly gathers the fur that the stoat sleeps on. A gentle smile rests on pale lips as she watches Taly trot out to the balcony and work, the woman’s thoughts momentarily turning to the pups growing in her own belly. She ponders, yet again, what they will be like. Will they be talk after her and Rudyard? Will the couple they good parents?

The gray woman’s train of thought is stalled as the sweet young Carpathian girl asks how she did. Gaze roams over the fur from where Fern lays as the prospect of heaving herself to her paws is a little too daunting at the moment. However, she can tell that it is already a great deal better than it had been and she offers the pup a warm smile as she praises, “Great job! Now Puff won’t sneeze every time she tries to sleep. Ready for the next step?”

A chuckle bubbles out and once, Taly confirms she is, the gray woman inclines her head back toward the basket once more, saying, “Okay, under that fur there should be a small pillow. It gets all crinkly from her tossing around in her sleep. Would you mind squishing around until the feathers aren’t all bunched up on one side? You can leave the fur outside for the moment, it won’t blow away.” A wink is tossed to the pup and Fern shifts slightly on her furs as the pups’ squirm inside her.


"Fern Carpathius"