l'inverno è noioso
06-13-2015, 01:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-13-2015, 01:24 AM by Motif I.)
The pregnant wolf was also attempted to find some seclusion, and had tucked herself away in a little spot that wasn't often visited. She brushed off the snow from her chosen rock and found herself a little bit of sun to warm herself with. She closed her eyes and found her way to sleep when the racket started. She heard the noise of paws on earth and then the sound of the person tripping. Groaning, she got up from her perch to go see what the ruckus was about, and would arrive in time to see her young niece lying in the ground. Caught up as she had been in her own child and life difficulties, she hadn't given much time to her little nephew and nephews, but of course she loved them unconditionally. She moved forward, her swollen belly still small enough to give her little difficulties as she placed herself on the ground before him. “Are you trying to make snow-angels?” she teased him. |
