Dangling Feet From Windowframe
She had woken only a few moments after Drashiel stirred- the sudden movement roused her from her dreams, but she didn't open her eyes. A slight smile pulled at her jaws, but she remained there, enjoying the restful dozing. She heard the tell-tale scrabbling of paws as one, two, and three pups piled out of the den and into their first taste of the world around them. From where she lay, she watched the forms of Atreides, Bellona, and Sirius flee to enjoy the world, and finally she lifted her head, eyeing Integra with interest, wondering when her firstborn daughter would rise to join them. Her smile faltered as she gazed at the weak form of Narcissa. Gods, would the pup even survive to see Summer? Roman rose, and nuzzled Integra. "Rise my dear, your siblings and father are waiting." She cooed, before stepping over her daughter and near the sleeping form of Narcissa. The youngest of the litter ate, and had surprisingly survived this long. Gently, she licked her daughter, her rough tongue rasping over her coat as she sighed softly. She didn't think Narcissa would be strong enough to join her siblings outside- today at least.
With a soft rumble of a chuckle, she turned from her youngest daughter, as Bellona called for her. Sighing, she nosed Narcissa. "Sleep my dove, and grow stronger." She murmured before squeezing out of the den. She blinked, as her eyes adjusted to the bright light and stepped around her kids- coming closer to Drashiel before reaching out to nuzzle his cheek. "You will not fight any bears." She spoke sternly, in response to the earlier words that Bellona had spoke, as she gave a fond look to Drashiel. Perhaps that wasn't the best story for the children. She shook her head slightly, acknowledging Greek as he slipped from the den and took off to do whatever it was that he did. It would be just them and the children for now it seemed. Smiling, she turned her gaze on their children- their perfect children. They were true Armada's with exquisite looks, perfect mixes between Drashiel and Roman herself. They were perfect. She watched as Sirius tried to over-take her brother with fond amusement. They were growing quickly, and stronger everyday. She stepped away from her children, and padded off to sit slowly in a warm patch of sun, and she sank to the ground with a sigh, a smile playing content on her face, as she waited to see what Drashiel had in store for them. Perhaps they'd just get to play in the sun.
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