By the eyes of the very young

*Azalea* · 12-20-2013, 07:59 PM

Azalea's new den was a god sent, sitting shallowly in the gnarled roots of a massive tree. She had no idea what sort of tree it was though, unfamiliar with the jungle flora. It was hard work navigating the jungle and she found herself panting more frequently. It was good for her body though, child bearing fat slowly burning away.

It was more than a relief to be done with the dreaded nursing though her under side would never quite look the same again. The only way the dramatic she-wolf was surviving the whole ordeal was by not thinking about it too much.

Azalea headed back to the pups, now old enough to talk and move around well enough. She held in her grasp some sort of duck (at least she thought so, the animals could be just as different as the trees). Its head dangled limply and feathers hid Azalea's nose and half her muzzle. It was a good size meal... for the puppies. She would have to find herself something later. It wasn't a bother though, happy to not be starving all the time anymore.

She jumped a fallen tree, knowing just ahead and around a curve of thick undergrowth she would find her tree. And there it was. She woofed, dropping the duck to the ground and looking around. She spotted the tell tale black and white fur of Soren but Kismet? Her fur rose along her spine, worry spiking painfully in her stomach. "Kismet?! KISMET!" Her voice alarmed.

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