When she woke the woman found the light that flooded the windowed room was muted, still dark with a lazy Sun’s late rise. She has sat at her table of papers and pencils, thinking over another project. For a month she had been working with the anatomy of her species, again and again looking in a large mirror that she had dragged into her room and drawing her figure, yet the woman could not master certain parts. With sleep in her eyes Mati dangled a pencil above a fresh piece of paper and yawed.

    She let it fall with a small tap, and then moved to the windows. Purple eyes looked out to the a world new. Snow had fallen that night, and with it the flakes had brought a new palette of colors. With the sun’s rise the ground had erupted into a fierily blaze of yellow and tinges of red. She had to squint against the gleam, and felt awake and inspired as she looked at the icy layers of her backyard. Mati walked through the room, heading for the door and picking a stripped scarf from a hook along the way.

    The tall wolfess stood in the calf deep fluff and stared out into the white wonderland that nature had created. Her home was so suddenly changed, and she was finally old enough to appreciate every small snowflake and every new hue that been lost until now. The snow brought blue to the world where brown of Fall had dominated. In the shadows of a snow drift she noticed the purples where the last green grasses had lived. The scarf fluttered in a light wind, though the warmth of the newborn Sun had settled sweetly on her back while purple eyes wandered as she imagined such a scene on a fresh piece of canvas.

    By Erin<33

    
She had been aware that inspiration did not just flow from her finger tips for some time now, really ever since she began trying to create pictures upon canvas and paper. It felt like years ago that she had put a pencil in her paw, and yet she remembered it like yesterday. The Church girl had begun as a way to express herself through small sketches, and then she had found the paints and colors. It hadn’t stopped since. And just as she found that inspiration didn’t just come whenever she wished it, Mati saw that it would come in any shape. Large paws wrapped the scarf around her neck as the wind pushed it away from her collar, though it did little to keep her warmer then her thick Earthen hued fur. Moments passed as she did little more then gaze at the fresh snow and the crystals of colors caught in the glistening ice.

    
The peace was quickly broken. And she turned her head to find that it were the pups of Jazper and Ghita that bounded forward. Mati smiled, her grin wide and excited to see the pups. She had not been able to interact with them much since their birth, but she accounted her new found wandering ways for the reason she had not. It was only recently that she came to venturing out of her home’s borders, and it had taken its told on the time she spent with her extended family. They were adorable, wrapped in reds scarves that matched their fathers. Violet eyes gleamed as she looked from the youths to their father who greeted her warmly. “Good morning.” she responded with the same warmth.

    
Knowing that it was the first snowfall for the small pups Mati watched them eagerly, and found that they both seemed to enjoy it. Small sharp sounds came from the duo, excited about the sudden change in their small worlds. Giving the father a last glance Mati ran after the two pups and gathered snow in her hands as she chased after them. “Wait for me!” She called, bounding on two legs towards a large snowdrift, snow balls in her hands. The Nanny found that she no longer felt the same low energy that she once felt moments before. She rounded the drift, and sat behind it to take up the proper position for attack. “Over here.” She called to the pups, hoping that they would hide from the tall raven-hued father.

    By Erin<33

    
Mati had always seen Jazper as a constant and unmoving presence in the pack. Others had drifted to and fro, but not the tall raven hued male. Though his appearance changed, with the addition of a facial tattoo, he never truly had. He was always the eager protector, the one that she always thought of what there was danger threatening the pack. He was their courage, he was their muscle. The Knight that would protect the solders of the Dreaming pack. Not every beast was made for fighting, and many found other ways of helping the pack as her adoptive mother had. But then there were those like Jaz that were built for war. Though, as she watched him interact with his children, she figured he wished there to never be any sort of conflict crashing against the border of their homelands.

    
The three sat behind the snow bank, and Mati looked at their confused faces with a sly smile. They would learn in time the mischief that could ensue. She balled the snow up in her hands, “Shhhh....” She told the little female who questioned her, it was important to keep still when hunting. “Its snow,” She explained as her snow ball formed and began to numb her fingers. The two pups had a few features of both their parents, and Sophia’s coloring reminder Mati of Haven. “since it so cold, the rain last night had turned to snow.” Mati attempted to explain. Hopefully is they understood that it was as simple as rain then there would be nothing to worry about.

    
Aro spoke, his tone serious and seeming slightly concerned. Of course there was nothing to worry about, “You want to play a game?” Mati asked as she moved to gather more snow for a second snowball. Perhaps the pups would enjoy chasing their father around and jumping around in the fresh powder.

    
Mati looked at both of the pups with a wide smile. Playing with them reminded her of playing with her own brothers and sister. How she missed those day, when everything was a new discovery and everything could be turned into a game. She and Haven would play for hours, making up the rules as they went along. These moments would not be forgotten by the small pups, and their parents would not forget them either.

    Taking the snow ball in her hand she added a little more of the powdered flakes to it, she wanted it big and light rather then dense and hard. "Lets surprise your dad." She spoke with her smile growing, tossing the snow ball up and then catching it in her had. The game was coming together in her mind, and she looked to the more forthright of the two siblings. The little girl looked at her with a curious gaze, but she saw that there was a bit of suspicion there as well. Sophia, you need to distract him." She explained, looking back to the wolf that stood out beyond their snow bank. She was certain that Jaz would be expecting something, but Mati also knew that he would play right along with the rest of them.

    "Aro?" She asked, "I need more snow like this." She held up a small pile of light snow and then let it fall from her palm. Mati had scrapped it away from the snow bank, and she knew that there was a perfect hiding place for the spry little girl to spring from. Mati wished to let the pups discover the different possibilities, and to allow them to choose how they would go about their missions. Discovery and imagination would bloom, and the Nanny was not one to do all the make-believing.