What Makes You Different Makes You Beautiful
02-06-2014, 09:00 AM
Maija's rare smile appeared on her face and she rose to all fours. Effortlessly, she shook all over and padded a few steps sideways from Freya to make sure the young girl was paying attention. As Freya started to follow her, Maija turned her gaze to the direction they would be going. Her mind was silently working out the coordinates of where everything was on the island beyond their den area. A small flick of her tail was given and she glanced at her daughter before gently ordering, "Come." Her gold paws had a slow pace as they walked through the sand to climb on the grassy knolls. It wasn't until they touched the green ground that her pace picked up to a brisker one. She looked back to see Freya lagging behind and so she slowed down for the sweet baby to catch up. Her pace became slower and less hurried, which was something Maija naturally did. If it wasn't for her family, she would still be in a hurry to go nowhere. Lucky for her, she had a destination that day and it was with her sweet baby girl. They had gone through the familiar path between the trees and finally stopped at a certain part of the forest. Two bushes marked the dead end, which usually had others turn and retreat. Maija knew better, however, so once Freya stood beside her, she backed up and nudged her daughter in the rear with her wet nose. "Go on," she commanded, tones warm with Romanian accent curling around them. She couldn't wait to see Frey's reaction to the lovely site of the small waterfall she had found. speech here |