There Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.

*Anzhelika* · 09-09-2014, 04:26 PM

He would speak up, his words clear. He had chosen her as his adoptive mother, the thought bringing a small smile to the girl's ebony lips. She could sense the boy's unsureness wether to raise his tail or not, and do things like a normal pup or wolf should. "You don't have to call me 'ma'am', darling. I think the more proper term would be mom, or mother, or mommy. And you don't have to be so tense around me, I'm not going to hurt you." Anzhelika would tell him in a soft coo, laying down next to him. "Now in a few days we can go to my pack's borders and tell Bass about you. He would surely like to make you a part of our pack," Anzhelika would say with a smile, the sun finally setting over the distant hills.

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