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*Surreal* · 09-22-2014, 04:21 PM

Surreal

Rain lashed the willow grove outside, while inside, the silver and black timber paced restlessly. Her sides bulged with the unborn lives within, and now and then, she paused long enough to cast the bulges a soft look. The stillness in movement never lasted long. To put it bluntly, Surreal was bored. Outside, since the storm started weeks ago, the bad weather hadn?t quite left, and it seemed like anytime she tried to sneak a nap in the fleeting sunlight, rain would be the next thing she felt, instead of warm rays of sunlight. So she had little to do other that pace, plan, and sleep. And eat, of course, when Falk, Alsander, or one of the others in the group residing within the Whistling Willows brought down something to eat.

She had no worries about problems with her pregnancy. According to her mother, Surreal was coming along perfectly. So her mind turned, almost desperately, to her plans for a pack. She was no longer in any condition to challenge for the old territories. She wouldn?t risk the small lives slumbering, or sometimes kicking, in her belly. That left either waiting until she had birthed and they were weaned to retake the home she had been birthed and raised in, or find a new one. A new location had its advantages. It would take longer for others to realize a pack had reformed. It would take far more quickly for trouble to rise up if she challenged, and won, in front of a crowd.

Her rump plonked to the dirt floor of the high den, mismatched blue and gold gaze turning to watch the high water flow by. She had almost decided on a ranking system. Almost. It was roughshod, to say the least, but coming along. Her mind was torn away from thoughts of her plans by the ripple of movement inside her, followed by a strong kick to the bladder. Oomph. Whichever pup that was, he or she would be a strong wolf. It felt like the biggest set of four little paws. Which led her to wonder, again, what they would look like. Silver like herself, of russet, cream, brown and black like Falk. Perhaps even black or white like her father or mother. She had never met Falks mother, and had no interest in seeking out Isardis to learn more about him; she knew too much, thank you kindly. Whether they were like her, or albino, as some of them might possibly be, given the gene ran through Falk via his father, they would be beautiful, every one of them. And they would need a secure home to play and grow up in.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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