Alpaca You Right Out Of Town!

Rudyard never fails to make her smile and today is no different. As Fern informs her boys what they will be doing, the gray man teases her by confiding in Kip the real reason she wanted to clean the alpacas’ barn. Humming thoughtfully, she looks to Rudy, a sly smile on her pale lips as she innocently says, “Kipling, have I told you the score between your father and I? You see, I have beaten him… twice. He has yet to beat me.” Eyes flash with mirth as she tosses a wink at her love before trotting over to the stall they will be cleaning first.

Kip asks if he can ride an alpaca after they are done and Fern nods saying, “There are several new babies wandering around. I bet we can convince one of them to let you on for a short ride.” Eyes dart to Rudyard as he warns the young pup of the dangers of being around the hooved animals and she nods, mouth opening to add to that thought when her daughter Caladia suddenly appears. Chuckling softly, she nods in agreement and the young girl moves to help bring the empty sack over.

Once the others have gathered around her, she pushes open the door to the stall and ushers them through before entering and latching the door behind her. There are a few alpacas lounging in the covered stall but most are out in the fenced off yard, enjoying the spring weather. They eye the wolves but do not move, content to watch as the group cleans. Taking one of the rakes from Rudyard, Fern presses a kiss into his lips and whispers, “No rake fights this time.”

Eyes sparkle with joy as Fern turns to inform the pups of their task, “Alright, your father and I will be raking all the dropping of the alpacas together. You two will hold the sack open so we can put them in there. Okay?” Once the pups agree, she nods and looks to Rudy, saying, “Bet I can rake faster than you.” Challenge thrown down, the gray woman takes the handle in her mouth and moves to one of the far corners, methodically raking the droppings and spoiled straw into a pile before pushing it toward where her children await with the open sack.


"Fern Carpathius"