Matters of the Heart
08-10-2013, 09:53 AM
Soleil's latest litter were growing like weeds, she saw them changing gradually every day. Luckily for her, the change was not nearly as drastic as with her first litter which had to be separated from her to avoid them growing ill. She was equally blessed to have not fallen ill, in fact she seemed healthier than ever. Her small litter of two was still a handful to look after. They had their differences of opinions, Soleil wanted Guinevere and Solaine to stay at the den and they wanted to go explore. They were definitely old enough to leave the nest and enjoy the world, so it was rather selfish of her to try and keep them by her side. This time she was trying things differently, if either pup asked to leave Valhalla she would deliver a swift no. Not until they were at least a year old, she would not allow it. Her mind fret mildly, wondering where in the big, wide world Soleon was at these days. Her darling Gael had returned to her and Azalea was around as she always had been. Gael was far closer to her than Azalea, her darling runt daughter preferring to keep a distance and always on the go. She needed to learn some discipline though and start acting her age. She was being groomed to take over the pack, and unlike Soleil her eldest daughter would not have male at her side to handle things. It was time to leave the den for the den, Soleil cooing lightly to her newest children that it was time to wake up. She was glad to be back in her own den but she wondered if the pups noticed and if they minded not being in Erani's den. It wasn't as spacious, being a more private setting meant for her and her family only. |
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08-10-2013, 10:15 AM
Aside from exploring Valhalla - as she was so prone to doing now that she had control over most of her motor skills - sleep was perhaps Solaine's most favorite activity. Sleep allowed for dreams, and dreams led to even more exciting adventures than she could experience in Valhalla. Her ear twitched idly, noting her mother's gentle tones bringing her out of her dreamland and into reality. She groaned audibly, but realizing that this would be the first time her mother had accompanied her into Valhalla, she quickly stirred. Guinevere's warmth was felt somewhere near her, but she ignored her sister's presence as she sleepily yawned and gazed up at her mother. "What's happening momma?" Such innocent tones, still sleepy in nature. Rising to her full height, the tiny Adravendi vixen glanced around the den. She'd almost forgotten that they had moved recently from Erani's den to one of their own. Some part of her missed the large den they'd been born in, but this one was certainly cosy. Her father was not present, though that was unsurprising. It seemed he usually awakened early and did.. whatever it was he did for Valhalla. As she scooted closer to her mother, nearly tumbling a few times in the process, Solaine began to wonder just what they were going to do today. She had been dreaming of hunting for quite some time, though others had assured her she was far too little to participate in such events. A nice swim or even just a walk would be exciting too, almost anything would be more exciting than being in the den.
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08-11-2013, 12:54 PM
They, as a family, had returned back to what they all knew and loved, their own personal home and not smooene else's. To be honest, it helped Collision be more track-minded, and helped him to settle whatever irked thoughts he was having about evertyhing, still he was doing the job of the dutiful father, and husband, and had turned out erly to get on a hunt and bring home something for his family to eat. The children had become old enough to be weaned, and while it was not the easiest thing, it definitely was a better thing, and it didn't pain his sweet wife so much.
Clutched in his maw was the leg of a deer, ripped cleanly and recently off. The rest of the mamal had been taken back to the heart of Valhalla for the others to take part, and Collision had gladly taken enough to feed his growing family what was at least a light breakfast. Head swerved in, muscular shoulders rolling as his head moved over the shoulder of Solaine, his daughter. Dropping the massive thigh he would pull his skull back and nuzzle his nose into the crook of Solaine's neck, before nudging her towards the meat. Eyes flashed to Soleil and he gave her a beaming, loving, smile. The morning was starting off fresh, and Collision wanted his entire family together, at least for the morning. Eyes down turned to Guinevere and he shook his head lightly at the still slumbering woman. Now, where were Gael and Azalea so early?
08-13-2013, 11:06 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-11-2013, 11:12 PM by Gael.)
As her mother called her out, Solaine obediently followed. This was perhaps the only time in which she would benefit from following direct orders from her dam. The smile was evident on her tiny face as her bi-colored eyes twinkled with joy and excitement. There was no end to the exciting things her mother could be about to introduce them to, and Solaine would not miss out on the fun. It seemed, however, that her sister preferred to sleep. Solaine gave a huff as she slithered past Guinevere, noting her father's presence - with a large leg of prey in his jaws. The tiny girl yipped excitedly when she spotted this, rising up onto her front paws to sniff it eagerly. He soon dropped the leg and nuzzled her gently, which she returned with fervor. She adored her father, and her mother - even if they didn't want to let her do everything she wanted. Papa, what's that leg from? She questioned, ever curious about life and the interesting things that occurred during it.
It was hard to see over the leg that her father had brought, and so quickly the whelp lifted her front paws onto it for a better vantage point to view the larger she-wolf who was approaching in a crawling manner. Curiously the dame would tilt her head to the right at an angle, the fur on the back of her neck and spine now standing on end. Her tail flagged up behind her, wondering if this woman intended to steal the food that father had brought them. A tiny growl began to bubble in her chest, but soon calmed as the woman wagged her tail and introduced herself. Azalea, that was a pretty name! Solaine's tail mirrored her newfound sister's, beating at ninety miles a minute - or so it seemed. "I'm Solaine!" she yipped, proud of the name she had been given. Azalea went on to say that the man, whom Solaine had not yet noticed, was called Dumb-Dumb. Now.. that seemed like a silly name. Solaine launched herself over the leg and toward the much larger male, giggling because of his name. Her mother went to him just then, calling him 'Gael' and nuzzling him gently, telling him to meet his sisters. "Mama, why'd you call him Gael?" It never occurred to her that Azalea had been joking.
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