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The Angel Has Woke



Salamander

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04-09-2014, 02:39 PM

She had been moved very delicately, as if the she-wolf would fall to pieces with one wrong move. Today the boy would be cleaning the den they shared, the bedding was turning brown and becoming brittle, and there were small remnants of previous meals he had eaten here. This was no way to keep a place for such a beautiful woman, she would be quite displeased.

So the boy had gone out to gather some material, taking about two to three hours to gather everything he needed and carry back to the little spot the two had been living in. Once there he would spread it all out in neat piles. First pile was grass, different lengths and colors but all together would make the ground definitely softer. Feathers, those would go atop the grass, a smaller pile of them set aside so he could stick them in his mystery woman's fur. And then some hide he had stripped from a few carcasses, carefully removing the flesh and washing the underside free of blood and anything meat. This would go on top of the grass and feathers, definitely better than the bumpy and sharp ground. Next to these three piles were smaller piles of various things, flowers and berries separated by color and large leaves folded around different colored earth.

Now he could get to cleaning. Sal would move around the bedding spot, using a paw to move the grass and feathers into a pile in the center, going in a circle around the whole thing. With most of it gathered he would grab a nearby stick, one he had yanked off from a fallen tree, and come back to lay it at the edge of the pile. With that he would hold it carefully in his jaws and push it forward, adjusting the positioning if some escaped, moving the old bedding off and into some vegetation before tossing the stick. Quickly he would whip around and use his hindlegs to kick it back, spreading the stuff out for a few seconds before stopping and going back into the den.

Now he would go to making it again. Jaws would grab large mouthfuls of grass and move to the sleeping spot, dropping it and spreading it out then going back and repeating the process. Once that was mostly used up he would do the same with the feathers, laying them atop the grass, spread out evenly. Lastly the hide would be placed on top, the fur facing up. With that done he would walk over to the sleeping she-wolf, head tilting to the side briefly.

Plopping down on his rear, Sal would remove the old flowers from her fur and place them beside him, as well as the feathers. Done with that he would carefully grab onto her scruff and pull her towards the new bed, using a foreleg to help so that he didn't leave any wounds. It would take a little bit but he would be able to flip her onto her other side and lay her out, removing any debris in her fur from laying on the side. The boy made sure to keep turning her, that way she wouldn't form any sores from laying one way for too long.

With a satisfied grin and a wag of his tail the boy would go and grab some of his flowers and feathers, laying them in front of him. One by one he would place them into her fur, starting with the thickest part around her neck where they would stay in better and not be dislodged by a breeze. On the walls around the two were various images of all colors, some of animals, flowers, rainbows and unrecognizable forms. Sal's cozy little home.


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"

Awesome image by Canttina <3