I Just Wanna Spend Some Time With You
02-20-2014, 04:38 PM
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02-27-2014, 01:58 PM
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She had been sleeping. It had taken some time for her to finally grow accustomed to their new living arrangements, but it seemed that at last she was able to relax and slip into peaceful slumber with less worry about her family. The cove had been somewhat isolated but at the same time considerably easier to reach than here on the Snowfalls. This was wintry, cold, and discouraging toward trespassers, which made it even more ideal as a temporary home for her, Knight, and the children. And having most of them gathered together, when once her den had actually been left empty save herself, helped ease her thoughts considerably.
She stirred slowly, drowsily, and flickered a dark brown eye open. "Emery?" The sleepy mother wolf scrunched her expression up with a full stretch upon her side, doing what she could from within her den to wake herself up. As her vision cleared she took a second to fix her sleepy gaze on her son and admire the strong wolf he had grown into. He might not have been a large, overly impressive thing as his father had been, but for all his untapped strength he appeared just as timid and gentle as he had as a pup. In her eyes, he showed great promise with his patience and ability to listen in whatever he chose to pursue in life.
A smile pulled softly upon her muzzle as she shifted enough to right herself where she lay, sitting up to better converse with her son. "What is it, sweetheart?" Even with him looking very much like a full grown wolf, his body almost filled out completely, she could not resist the urge to address him as she had when he had been merely a pup, and she hoped he would allow it to continue as she made up for lost time.
03-03-2014, 03:06 AM
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03-03-2014, 04:42 PM
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As if a child still, her boy entered her den and pressed close. She welcomed it completely, dark brown eyes closing with a gentle laugh as she nuzzled into the fur of his neck, wishing a little that he could have still been small enough for him to snuggle into the space between her outstretched forepaws and her chin. How had time gotten away from her so badly? It seemed impossible that her little boy, in fact all of her children, were already a year old. So much time had passed in what felt like a blink of an eye, and she felt as if she had been left behind, still expecting things to be as they had been instead of how they were. It was silly to wish for time to turn back, and so she tried to content herself with the present, grateful that at least one of her children had not entirely grown away from her.
His quiet whine and simple, pleading phrase brought tears to her eyes, and she held them tightly shut to keep them from leaking through. Time. That was all he wanted from her. Just a little of her attention to keep those deep bonds together and to assure him that she still cared. After being so distant, absent and afar on her searches, when he had been younger, how could she even think of telling him no? When she felt strong enough not to fear losing her composure and crying, Mercianne drew her head back enough to place a gentle lick across Emery's forehead, nuzzling him there as she answered. "Why don't we go see if we can't find some herbs? I haven't collected any in a very long while." No, she had been much too caught up in finding her family. She smiled warmly at him, adding quietly, "And maybe something to eat too."
03-14-2014, 06:57 PM
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03-22-2014, 10:38 PM
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Her sweet boy. Even with minimal knowledge in herbs and their uses he was willing to give collecting them a shot simply to keep her company. It heartened her to know that even after all the time she had spent away from him that at least one of her children was still so eager to be with her. She was lucky in that way; it was not the same with her other children. Kestrel was still missing and she could only hope the girl had found a safe haven somewhere. Crow and Cloud, the twins, she hoped desperately had at least stayed together when they had wandered from the den. And Sage and Clover... Ludicael. There she would find them.
It seemed she had touched on a subject of must interest to her son with the mention of hunting. He surprised her with how swiftly he was on his feet, and she blinked her dark brown eyes with a surprised smile. This was good! She was happy that he had found a niche that suited him, even if it was not one that she followed herself. All the better; when they went to find their place in their future pack, it would make them an invaluable pair. The delighted mother chuckled at her son's enthusiasm and drew to her paws as he left the den, quietly following after as he prompted her to. "Well, perhaps hunting? I'd love to see what you've learned," she answered encouragingly as she straightened once outside of the den.
03-27-2014, 07:26 PM
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03-29-2014, 10:43 PM
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The timid wolf was grateful that at least one of her children could have found himself so happy in the world. Could it have been the desire for happiness that had driven the others away? Had they found what they were looking for, and that was why they had not returned? It was difficult to consider - of all the places out there, she would have loved for them to have found happiness close to home - but still she considered herself lucky to have this one son who saw fit to remain at her side through everything that they had been through. And he truly did seem happy. She could not say his life had been an easy one, but she admired his optimistic spirit and his ability still to forgive her own shortcomings whether he realized them or not.
Her boy apologized for his rambunctious response, but all Mercianne could do was chuckle. "It's fine," she assured him, "I'm glad you enjoy it." It was a stroke of luck that he had been able to find his calling so young. She herself had been older when she had found her own in healing and had even trained amongst the youngsters of her old pack in order to get to her current point in her knowledge now. Although she would forever be a student to the craft - as she had once been informed by her very first teacher - it had taken her some time to get where she was. Emery was on his way to bigger and brighter things already.
He took the lead and she let him, more than willing to set aside what meager knowledge she possessed regarding hunting so that her son could shine and have his moment to teach her what he had learned. Their course was made clear of the drop offs and westward through the snowy terrain until Emery glanced her way again with another smile and question. Mmm, caribou. That did sound good, even if all they would catch would be a young one rather than a hefty elder one. There was a touch of trepidation to her at the thought of rushing up on a herd of such large creatures, her own hunting skills more finely tuned toward small game, but if her son thought they might stand a chance at success why stop him so long as they stayed safe? "Sounds like a fun challenge," Merci agreed. "How do you suggest we go about it?"
04-15-2014, 12:10 AM
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