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The boy seemed not at all bothered by his predicament now that he was freed and Nayru relished in his excited greeting. Puppies were a strange thing indeed, and it had only been recently she had realized this. Before she had been one herself and to analyze her peers through adult eyes had been impossible, and to analyze herself even more so. Yet with age she gained perspective and spending time with Range or Melee always set her thinking. They had bonded so well to her in so short a time, was it so easy to gain a child’s trust and earn their love? Yet she had bonded swiftly to Conor, Bris and especially Gideon upon her arrival, but none of the others. She liked the others, she respected the others, she even adored them at times, but she didn’t love them. Not like her core adoptive family. Was there then a critical period in puppyhood where the young form to those around them? Or was it merely their own personalities at play?
Range had a very vibrant personality and Nayru could barely follow him as he bounced about both physically and verbally. His excitement and enthusiasm pleased her, and the fairy girl thought she could feel the energy rolling off the young boy in waves, thicker and stronger than it did from most. She had never been like that as a child, ever quiet and thoughtful even in her youth. Smirking as he circled her she hadn’t time to answer his question before he went back to his hunting, demonstrating just how he would have caught that damned rabbit. Never the less she was not hurried, her soft voice slow as she explained her own shape to the boy, who might have lost interest in the subject already. "You will have them too. You need to get a little older first." It wasn’t until at least six months that a child could shift, and even then Nayru didn’t know if Range and Melee had inherited the trait. If they hadn’t, it wouldn’t matter, they could transfer the virus in more ways than one and if Range truly desired to stand on two legs, he would. To explain all that was too much though, so she kept her own answer simple and like the sandy colored boy allowed the subject to switch.
"You want to bring home dinner for Gideon and Melee?" Her nose twitched and she could smell the creature that had lured Range into his trap. "We’re going to have to track it down. Use your nose." Crimson eyes studied Range’s face closely then, a thought that had never occurred clicking into place. So often she only thought of learning herself. The older wolves in Dahlia de Mai had guided her, sharing their secrets and so there were so many skills the girl had made her own. Now she was among them, shaping the children of Dahlia. Her greatest skill was indeed tracking, and why not start now?
The boy seemed not at all bothered by his predicament now that he was freed and Nayru relished in his excited greeting. Puppies were a strange thing indeed, and it had only been recently she had realized this. Before she had been one herself and to analyze her peers through adult eyes had been impossible, and to analyze herself even more so. Yet with age she gained perspective and spending time with Range or Melee always set her thinking. They had bonded so well to her in so short a time, was it so easy to gain a child’s trust and earn their love? Yet she had bonded swiftly to Conor, Bris and especially Gideon upon her arrival, but none of the others. She liked the others, she respected the others, she even adored them at times, but she didn’t love them. Not like her core adoptive family. Was there then a critical period in puppyhood where the young form to those around them? Or was it merely their own personalities at play?
Range had a very vibrant personality and Nayru could barely follow him as he bounced about both physically and verbally. His excitement and enthusiasm pleased her, and the fairy girl thought she could feel the energy rolling off the young boy in waves, thicker and stronger than it did from most. She had never been like that as a child, ever quiet and thoughtful even in her youth. Smirking as he circled her she hadn’t time to answer his question before he went back to his hunting, demonstrating just how he would have caught that damned rabbit. Never the less she was not hurried, her soft voice slow as she explained her own shape to the boy, who might have lost interest in the subject already. "You will have them too. You need to get a little older first." It wasn’t until at least six months that a child could shift, and even then Nayru didn’t know if Range and Melee had inherited the trait. If they hadn’t, it wouldn’t matter, they could transfer the virus in more ways than one and if Range truly desired to stand on two legs, he would. To explain all that was too much though, so she kept her own answer simple and like the sandy colored boy allowed the subject to switch.
"You want to bring home dinner for Gideon and Melee?" Her nose twitched and she could smell the creature that had lured Range into his trap. "We’re going to have to track it down. Use your nose." Crimson eyes studied Range’s face closely then, a thought that had never occurred clicking into place. So often she only thought of learning herself. The older wolves in Dahlia de Mai had guided her, sharing their secrets and so there were so many skills the girl had made her own. Now she was among them, shaping the children of Dahlia. Her greatest skill was indeed tracking, and why not start now?