I hope your apple pie was freaking worth it
04-06-2015, 07:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-06-2015, 07:06 AM by Epiphron.)
Perhaps she had interrupted the moment they were sharing -- and this much was evident by the surprise that suddenly painted the features of Bacchus. Even still, she wanted to know who this girl was and why she had been welcomed here. The last thing she needed was an angry mother searching for a child that was being kept within her borders.
Quickly Bacchus explained this girl had lost her mothers, and he had offered to share his own. She had no doubt that Amalia would be willing to care for the girl, but she regarded her with a bit of wariness still. "I see," she'd murmur softly as she assessed the situation. The girl named Absinthe seemed quite unnerved by her presence, shrinking back timidly into the touch of Bacchus, and her blue gaze would soften as she watched the tiny thing. She began to speak and her mismatched ears would twitch attentively. Her name was vaguely familiar.. Sovari... but she couldn't quite place it. She certainly had never seen any purple wolves like this girl before. "Don't worry," she assured her with a brief shake of her head. She was no threat, and had no reason to be treated as such; it was clear that she was but a scared child.
Her admission sounded like her mother was dead. Who was she to turn away a child? A gentle sigh would leave her lips, wondering silently how it was that her pack seemed to attract wolves who had nowhere else to go. "You are welcome here, dear Absinthe, for as long as you need," she decided quickly. Perhaps she might not be the most useful contributor to the pack at this age -- or in this condition -- but she knew her family would flourish when surrounded by loved ones. Bacchus would likely be no exception. And truth be told, the leader had a soft spot for children after having two litters herself. "I am Epiphron. You may call me if you need me. Bacchus, please make sure she gets some water and something to eat soon," she instructed her adoptive grandson softly. but firmly. "If you need help, feel free to call me -- or your mothers."
Quickly Bacchus explained this girl had lost her mothers, and he had offered to share his own. She had no doubt that Amalia would be willing to care for the girl, but she regarded her with a bit of wariness still. "I see," she'd murmur softly as she assessed the situation. The girl named Absinthe seemed quite unnerved by her presence, shrinking back timidly into the touch of Bacchus, and her blue gaze would soften as she watched the tiny thing. She began to speak and her mismatched ears would twitch attentively. Her name was vaguely familiar.. Sovari... but she couldn't quite place it. She certainly had never seen any purple wolves like this girl before. "Don't worry," she assured her with a brief shake of her head. She was no threat, and had no reason to be treated as such; it was clear that she was but a scared child.
Her admission sounded like her mother was dead. Who was she to turn away a child? A gentle sigh would leave her lips, wondering silently how it was that her pack seemed to attract wolves who had nowhere else to go. "You are welcome here, dear Absinthe, for as long as you need," she decided quickly. Perhaps she might not be the most useful contributor to the pack at this age -- or in this condition -- but she knew her family would flourish when surrounded by loved ones. Bacchus would likely be no exception. And truth be told, the leader had a soft spot for children after having two litters herself. "I am Epiphron. You may call me if you need me. Bacchus, please make sure she gets some water and something to eat soon," she instructed her adoptive grandson softly. but firmly. "If you need help, feel free to call me -- or your mothers."
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