of mice and men
06-24-2014, 07:53 PM
With the birth of her own children and the brush with death she had had, Othello had been sticking close to Orchid and Ellis. She was thankful for her friend having pups and her ability to nurse her own whelps when she needed the rest. While she wasn't still feeling one hundred percent better, she had brought a snack for her healer friend. A thin rabbit swung from her pale jaws as the new mother trotted towards the place where her friends pups were being held. They were her half nieces and nephews, her half brothers blood ran through them. This was news that she had yet to share with the sweet wolf, but she knew that know was not the right time to become a saint. Even though it was through rape that brought these pups into the world, she knew that the two bundles were greatly loved by the two of them. She felt inclined to make sure that they had a wonderful upbringing, to right the wrong that Imonde made. When the dame neared the den, she heard a yip of a little one. With a smile she watched as Tyrion stumbled from the den, his blind eyes wide to the world. He was such a sweet boy, trying to understand why he was so different from them. He was their special little boy, that was for sure. Knowing that he couldn't get to far with her on standby, she allowed him to explore a little bit. When he broke into a run her ears lay flat with worry, although she need not. Even though he ran into a bush, he merely flopped onto his rump before standing back up. Ah, to be young again. Giggling softly, Othello padded up to the little brown lump, making sure to put a little more effort into making sound so that she wouldn't startle the little one. Placing down the rabbit, she licked the small boy. "Off on an adventure, are we Tyrion?" She asked softly, sitting upon her rump by the small boy. |
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