The goodness of being Proper

Shiloh Dawnbringer · 01-09-2011, 03:29 PM

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687 words. Now that I am squeaky clean, I have Shiloh muse!

Snow here, snow there. Snow was just... everywhere! The pristine female could not escape it, even in her two legged form that she was loving more with each passing day. She loved it so much, she was willing to break Dahlia's traditions at Hibernal, by staying on two legs. As she walked along with no particular destination in mind, walking over shapely mounds of snow, she had remembered that celebration. Ooh did Conor give her quite a talking to! But Shiloh didn't care, in his mind she was still family, and they all lived in the same house still. He could say what he wanted, so no matter how stubborn Shiloh became, she would always be family.

Nose became subconsciously buried in her long coat, she was becoming rather fond of it. Shiloh was slowly learning how to produce clothing, but they were only small things. And they still looked gaudy, but there weren't that many materials to choose from. If only there was someone she could meet, that knew knitting and leather working, then she would be in business. For a spare moment, the Dawnbringer female thought about making another long trip again, back down to AniWaya. Those wolves had some very interesting clothing, and some were kind enough to spare her a few things. Some leather strips, a few elegant feathers, and even a small, used sewing awl. But that was a journey that would last a few days, so there must be some other neighboring pack that would spare her the time.

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted, though, as her cream colored ears swiveled forward on her head, hearing a noise not far off. It sounded like a 'thud!' of sorts, but Shi quickened her pace and made her way to the top of a small hill. Cerulean eyes gazed to the bottom, where a long, snowy trail was made by someone near where she stood, down to the bottom. She looked from her camouflaged white feet to a mound of snow at the base of a tree, and was surprised to see someone coming out of the buried snow. "Are you okay?" She hollered out into the frostbitten air, but soon decided to close the distance between herself as the small pup. The scents became more familiar, moreso than the brown pup who was completely covered in snow. "Melee?" She said curiously, watching as the pup emerged fully from her snowy cavern.

"Oh my, are you hurt?" Her sing-song voice spoke with more urgency, now, as sibling instinct took over and she knelt down to quickly brush the pup of snow and to check for wounds. When Shiloh had arrived back home, and heard stories of each of her brothers since they were separated, she was surprised to hear that Giddy had found, and thereby adopted, a pair of pups. Giddy was still a pup himself, then, and in Shi's mind still was. Everyone knew that females matured mentally faster than males, anyways. Though she hadn't seen much of the pups except for Hibernal and other spare occasions, Shiloh now had the responsibility of being an aunt.

Whether the pup liked it or not, Shi scooped the young female up and inspected her. Shi was no healer herself, and she would spend hours cleaning herself if even a few spots of blood were found on her perfectly white fingers, but that didn't concern her just then. The white damsel never had much experience with pups, she herself never even acted like a pup when she still had all that soft hair and an innocent view of the world. But instinctively she had to get the pup clean, and check to see if she was hurt. Softly, she put the pup down while her bright blue eyes looked at the pup. "What in the world are you doing out here, anyways? Where's Giddy?" She looked up and gazed around the snowy wonderland that was Dahlia de Mai. The female was oblivious to how many questions she was asking, and not even considering that the pup was simply being what she was - a pup.

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