The Wind In The Willows (haha, nerd humor)

*Surreal* · 11-05-2014, 02:14 AM

Surreal was again watching her children play. Their motor skills were slowly gaining more finesse as the weeks went by. Winter wasn?t far off, now. They?d be going through a fresh growth spurt soon enough. Her eyes turned to her two daughters, as plain in color and marking as their brother was not. They weren?t any less beautiful for it. All three had beautiful temperaments; they were sweet, intelligent children, with minds eager to learn anything she and her mother offered to teach them.

It was Regulus who caught wind of the stranger first. Surreal smiled faintly as her son stiffened, turning to face the oncoming scent. Rising, Surreal softly gruffed at the pups, an order to make themselves scarce. Shaking out her coat, she padded away from the denning area toward the stranger. He was large, and she thought she caught a familiar whiff of scent on him. A moment of shuffling through the mental list of names and faces, she found a match. Guinevere. A sharp look scanned the males face closely. ?Good day, stranger? A second analyzation of his scent registered a familiar pack scent. ?You are from Ludicael?? Her slightly tensed frame relaxed as she asked, though she retained a mothers wariness.

Of course she hadn?t heard that Ludicael had made a peaceful split into two packs, and carried a new name, but her mother had made an alliance with the pack in any case. The wolves from that place were good wolves.

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