Walk | Talk | Think
Getting the pups to settle down for a nap was a difficult task. They had so much energy, were so eager to be up and playing that half the time she felt like she was merely talking to the trees around her rather than the children under her care. Particularly with her daughter who seemed to have inherited a reckless, independent streak that she could hardly contain. But when Tahlia had been pregnant, before that even, she had had visions of her family, her children primly awaiting her instruction, conducting themselves as she had been taught within her own pack of origin. It might have been a rigorous structure for ones so young, but the stern mother thought that if she could have grown up within it and turned out alright then there was nothing from stopping her from having the same from her children.
Her determination, even if it was not always rewarded in the same swift manner that she liked, seemed to win out in the end, and she had managed to get the kids corralled inside the den for a while. Anais seemed most resistant, still attempting to poke and nip at her brothers in play even when they should have been resting, but eventually she had given it up and quietness had at last fallen over the family. She watched them now, curled up at her side and snuggled in cutely amongst each other. Little Anais, sweet Jakart, and their half-brother, Nako. It was still a far cry from the family she had envisioned in her mind, each of the pup's possessing a personality and mind that was entirely their own - and on top of that one who had been brought into the bunch in an unexpected adoption - but she was happy and had hope that she might still get the well behaved bunch that she was sure they could be with a bit of patience.
A noise at the mouth of the den drew her attention away from her restful pups and toward her unanticipated caller. The ashen wolf stood just outside, politely awaiting answer and with a little glance at the pups slumbering next to her Tahlia quietly and softly scooted herself clear of them so that she could slowly rise and greet the woman there at her den. "Hello," she said quietly as she tread the few steps toward the front of the den and stopped just outside its figurative doorway to stand and smile politely at the woman, less worried now about waking the children. Not an unfamiliar face - she recognized the wolf as having been one of those given promotions at the last pack meeting - but she could not quite recall her name. "I apologize, I don't believe we have been introduced. I am Tahlia. Carlier," she added, almost as an afterthought. It was a shame Bane had no last name for her to take; just another thing about her life that she had not anticipated.
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