I Am Afraid And I Need To Tell You
11-19-2014, 05:37 PM
It was very early, but she was awake. She'd groaned, as she rejoined the conscious world and let out a grumble. It was too damned cold. She didn't want to leave her den just yet, rather she chose to remain nestled in its warmth. She lay, curled over her paws- her fluffy tail wrapped tightly around her body. Greek laid in his own scoop of leaves further away from her and towards the back of the dug out set, snoring softly. She let out a happy sigh- all seemed to be well. Lightly she dozed, her head dipping softly. It was a pleasant state to relax in. A quiet and soft voice roused her from her doze. She lifted her head, before slowly rising. Stretching, she squeezed from her den- feeling her back pop and her muscles twinge. As she emerged, she gave a soft smile to Arietta, the quiet she-wolf who had called for her. She bowed slightly, stretching out her back, before straightening and greeting her. "Of course, Arietta. What can I do for you?" She inquired warmly, giving the other lady a soft smile. She didn't know much about Arietta, except that she was Vesta's mother, at least she presumed as much based on her closeness with the young wolf. If that presumption was correct, she'd bred with Sin. Didn't that make her some sort of family? Greek Speak -- Roman Speak |