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OOC: D Shaw's a ham when it comes to kids
Shawchert was having a heck of a time. The infant ferret was taking much of his free time, in fact... there was no such thing as free time for the large man. What with patroling, playing with his girls, trying to keep the peace with Orin.... she wasn’t about to let him live down his big mistake.... and repairing the rest of the Terrace, he had such little time to drink it was laughable. Today he let himself relax slightly. The little ferret was wobbling around. He wondered if the mother ferret had her kits late in the year for some odd reason, but he could tell that the baby ferret was starting to be able to see better now, which meant he was very curious.... or was it a she? He wasn’t sure. Something told him it was a female though, so maybe he should be calling a she.... He shrugged and watched the little rat like animal wobble around on its legs. sniffing the new scents, and tasting the grass, which she in no way liked. Shaw chucked at that and just sat where he was keeping her from getting hurt just as he would with his girls when they were near. He smiled to himself. It was nice doing this, most of the time.
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The child was still hanging around the pack lands and sulking that her mother had yelled at her for being out of ear shot, it wasn’t fair! Juliet wasn’t a baby anymore! She didn’t understand why her mother clung to her and treated her like a pup still the child sighed as she shook her head, as she sat down nipping at an itch that she had on her side, as she snorted. That just wasn’t fair, maybe if she talked to her father he would talk her mother into caving in and letting her have more freedom. ”Daddddddiiieee?!” The young she wolf called out as she moved to where her father’s sent was coming from.
The child could only hope that her father would be able to see her point of view and be willing to say something to her mother about losing up the reigns that she had upon her. Though the child was clueless to the issues that her mother had been though with her brother, and hiding out in another pack in fear of being hurt again. She was to young when all the terror in her life happened to remember any of it.
The child smiled at her father as she saw him messing with a rat like animal. She twitched her nose at it, sneeze. Then moving over to her father as she nuzzled into him, lay down at his legs. ”What is that….that…thing Daddy?” The child wasn’t sure if she was to hunt it down and kill it or just to accept that the smelly rat like thing was there and she couldn’t kill it or run if off.
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Shawchert was not too busy to hear his daughter's call, though she found him without him telling her of his presence. He smiled as his daughter as she nuzzled at him, a sensation of pure love going out to the young girl as she did this. It was a new feeling, not one he felt for Sky or even that brief moment with Orin, it was one from a father to a daughter. He smiled at her as she sat in his lap asking him what he had, chuckling, he moved so the ferret could move towards Juliet. The little things eyes were just barely opened and it was looking at her squint eyed.
"This is a ferret. They are smart little devils, I found her all alone. She's young and I couldn't leave her out there. I need a name for her though, do you think you can help me name her?
He wasn't sure of what Juliets reaction to his addition to the family would be, especially to competition for food, though not by much these days. The ferret, once raised could make a great companion. He could even teach it high speech, or an equivalence. They were smart enough for it, and such a life shouldn't be wasted.
"We don't always let die what might become something great someday. I couldn't save her family so she's all that's left."
He said, the little animal was wiggly and wanted to get a better scent of Juliet, but Shaw wanted to make sure the girl was up for the ordeal before letting the little animal down.
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Lowering her nose to the furry little brown rat like thing sniffing at her, her nose curled up as she sneezed. Her eyes went back to her father as she looked to the male with a confused look, she was a ferret? It looked like a longer smellier rat. She moved closer to the “little devil” as she nudged it with her nose, jumping back towards the security of her father when it moved back. Granted it wasn’t that big, and the Moonsong child was far bigger and could kill it with one snap if she wanted to.
She looked to her father, confused, why name what was already named? He said that this…this over sized rat was a ferret, so wouldn’t that be its name? Why did adults do that? Say one thing and then turn around and take it back? These adult where always so confusing! She snorted and shook her head looking to her father. ”Didn’t you just say it was Ferret? And furthermore why would you say it’s a smart little devil? What is a devil? Are or is it smart?” She didn’t quite understand that it was a ferret, and the ferret didn’t have a name, and when her father said it was a smart little devil, it just meant it figured things out maybe a little too easy for what you would expect something so small to be able to do.
For all the child cared her father could have twenty more, she wasn’t the jealous type, slow yes, but jealous no not her. She shook her head this all, everything about these pack lands was so hard for her to figure out. ”Well why not? Why take what isn’t ours? Isn’t that stealing? She might have other family that could be looking for her. Like a sister, like how I have!” The child spoke reefing to her dear sweet sister Titania.
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He smiled listening to his daughters questions, boy she was full of them, but he would gladly answer them, as best to his knowledge. Though her first questions were something quite difficult to explain. Looking down at the ferret, he wasn't sure if Orin wanted him to teach their daughter about the devil. He'd only learned because of his travels, and there were many christian type wolves down south. Looking up he smiled.
"She is a ferret my little love, but I was just... how do I say it, expressing something about her. Though I don't think she really is a devil, it's just a term for someone who is.... rowdy, and sometimes not very nice. Some ferrets can be a bit mean, sometimes, but it's mostly used as an expression. Ferrets can be very smart, especially if you put their brains to the task. When she's older, she'll love to be challenged.
He said, knowing she'd have even more questions from his answer, but how could he explain to her everything? It wasn't something he'd experienced, as he learned as a pup never to ask questions, especially in front of his own father. He was nothing like the man, and Shaw clearly was glad for it. He looked down at the little ferret who watched Juliet with her beady eyes.
"She was starving. Near death when I found her. If her family wanted her, they would have come, but ferrets, they don't live in family groups like wolves do. I'm afraid all her siblings didn't make it though. Would you let something die in its infancy of live?
He asked, this was harsh and he in no way expected her to answer. He knew it would be a question to think about. He would consider enjoying a very young rabbit, but some animals weren't always meant to eat. He knew it would be something she would learn over time.
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She looked down at the furry thing and then back to her father she still wasn’t sure what her thoughts should be about this thing, however if her father wanted it that day, well and it didn’t act like it wanted her to eat it, then she guess she would let it alone. Though if it came over to her and acted like it wanted ate, she would do it. The ferret might be covered in fur and might be long and lean, but there had to be some good meat in there.
The child looked back up to her father as he went on about Why he had made that statement, she made sure that her father knew that she was listing to him, while her sponge like mind took in every little thing that the male spoke and told her that she took into her hungry little mind and locked it all away, where she would keep it and hold onto it forever.
It was unclear to her, that these words, these little bits of information that they gave her upon a simple request was the best things that they could ever do for the autistic child. She gave a slow nod; she thinks she understood what the tall male was trying to tell her.
”Why do you guys say one thing and mean another?!” the child stomped down one of her little red tipped paws. Bring her furry little face into a sours curl she looked up at him, waiting on an answer from him. She was so blessed to have a mother and father that allowed her to ask all of these questions, no matter how big, small, or even foolish.
As the next batch of information was softly feed to her, she found her minds twisting and turning some more. The child looked up to her father, her face curling up again, this time it was with a look that she was in the middle of talking and he had stopped her, but really he hadn’t. He gave her the fuel that her mind needed to go on. ”Well if they don’t live like a family who teaches them where to get food? Who teaches them that they are food to others? They can’t expect us to teach them everything can they?” The child would always be damned with asking questions and if there ever came a time when a question wasn’t needed surely something would come out that just wouldn’t be what her mother or father would be happy with, something blunt and to the point. Weather it was nice or polite and all that junk just didn’t seem to functioning in her mind.
Then for the first time her father asked her a question back, she looked at him with the same eyes as before as she gave a nod, would she or would she not let something die in its own infancy of its life? She knew that question, she would in not even in a flat second of her life kill it, or walk away from it unless it was clearly able to say that it needed help. So once again something came out of the child’s mouth blunt and to the point, ”Yes.” She didn’t look to her father to see if that was a right answer, to her there was only right and wrong and if he asked her, then surely he must have thought then this was from her mind and her own thoughts.
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How could such a young girl have such hard questions to answer. He had to contenplate on it, watching her as he thought of the right words.
“Sweetheart, sometimes adults do it becaue... their own parents do it. It's a circle. We don't always say one thing and mean another. I am sorry if I confused you.”
Her inquiry about the ferret made Shaw smile. He did love her interest in all subjects. It was like she was becoming a book, information seeping in her furry little body. She was a smart young girl and he loved her inquisitive attitude. He was proud of her, though he was proud of both of his little girls.
“The males tend to leave it to the females. Their lifestyle is much different than ours... I think they behave far better outside of groups than they would in one. They are clever, and mischievous. I believe it's the mother who teaches them as well as instinct.”
Her single word to his own question hit him like a ton of bricks. His own daughter had no sympathy, at least to that particular question. She wasn't looking at him, which was good as his jaw was set in a frown. He sighed, wondering what could bring such an answer to his daughter.
“Tell me than young question maker. What makes one's life not worth living? To be able to walk away from something as innocent and helpless?”
He was not angry. He was, shocked, and he had not expected such an answer from his own child. He would accept if she did not answer his question, but it was meant to make her think. It was a learning tool. A way to make her think about what she said and why she would do it. He couldn't shape his daughter into exactly what he wanted, but he could at least share good morals with the girl.
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