1, 2 ,3, This is How We Be
12-09-2013, 05:12 PM
Perhaps not the wisest thing she could have done but Azalea had done some mild excavating in the past twenty-four hours. She had made the den cozy, too cozy for multiple full sized wolves to exist in. Erani had been forced to help her birth from outside the den. Not a wolf who liked to sit still, and with two new things to think about, she had busied herself trying to make more room without burying the pups alive. It worked to just the amount she needed, allowing room now for another wolf and maybe even three to gather in the den. Wisps of scent rolled into the den and Azalea' shoulder fur prickled. "Aza? It's me Gael. Can I come in?" The tones though were gentle and familiar and soothed the rush of anxiety and fear she had felt in the long solo second. "Gael." She said his name in reply, tail thumping lightly against the floor as she turned her head to see him. "yeah." Subdued, a good word to describe her tones. She reached down, teeth carefully encompassing the caramel and white pup before she scooted herself to the side. She placed him down, right at her paws, and reached for the other before Gael could get in the den. "I don't have a clue what I'm doing. In case you are wondering." She gave her larger brother an exasperated look. She grew quiet, looking down at the pups as they squirmed about her belly fighting for the best milk flow. "Soren and Kismet." She looked to her brother as if for approval. "Named for nothing in particular. They just kinda came to me, I guess." A light sigh would leave her lips. "I don't suppose a girl could get something to eat in this weather?" It was half a question and half a joke. She hated being waited upon but she really was hungry and something in her made her unwilling to leave. |
