the zoo of the new

POSTED: Thu Apr 26, 2018 7:02 pm

No stranger to puppies, Posey nevertheless hadn’t seen any like the little orange spitzy creatures who clambered around her now. They were very small, very cute – big eyes, poofy fur, foxy faces – and certainly trouble, though not the sort Posey couldn’t handle. In fact, it made her feel more lively, keeping tabs on them. She gladly volunteered again and again for the duty of pupsitting, both out of pleasure and pity for the haggard father.

Linden’s story was one shrouded in mysterious and disturbing circumstance, but Posey did not ask questions. Well, she supposed she had – direct and brash ones, where was the pups’ mother, were they meant to be that small, did he need help? But she hadn’t pried. It wasn’t important. The pups were; they needed mothered, and Linden needed respite. It was no trouble at all, Posey insisted.

Sharp teeth clamped down on her ankle. She yelped.

“Bennett!” The old wolf surged toward the growling pup and growled back, showing yellow ground-down teeth. He wriggled defiantly, but she whapped him lightly on the head with a paw. “Bite softly!”

He made the appropriate concessions, maybe to get them over with, and leaped onto her ribs to tackle his brother, distracted by a flying beetle. They fell in a heap of red and grey fur, and Posey languidly got to her feet, shaking herself (and sending several white hairs flying everywhere). As she looked ahead, she flipped her tail up and wagged it, wuffing to get the boys’ attention.

“Your father’s back, yessiree! ‘hoy, Linden!”
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POSTED: Fri Apr 27, 2018 5:14 pm

It had been a good day.

His shoulder wasn't hurting, and the sky was clear. Two days of this had hardened the ground. Gunther was more than eager for a ride, though Linden lacked a saddle and could not ride as fast as he might have liked. Their slower pace was fine, he supposed. The horse didn't seem to mind, and took every opportunity Linden became distracted as grounds to begin feasting on fresh spring grass. He didn't mind this. He had been unfocused and thinking himself becoming too needy, like the expectations he had for the home he desired were somehow unreasonable.

Today, though, he had found the house.

Having satisfied this, he had made certain his intentions were obviously marked and continued on his ride. The old woman who cared for his sons could stand to wait a bit longer, he supposed, and took a roundabout route back to collect his children.

He turned Gunther into the fenced-in area that served as a makeshift pen and made his way over to where the puppies – having made truce long enough to charge towards him – were waiting. He squatted to intercept them, and scooped the pair up in his arms. Their happy squirms soon became less pleased, and both began nipping at his long hair until he let them down. They returned to their game upon satisfying he did not have food.

Hello Posey, Linden said, cleaning slobber from his face. He remained at this lower position to better speak with the old woman (and also to keep his eyes on the boys, as they were presently). I hope they didn't cause too much trouble for you today.

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POSTED: Tue May 01, 2018 11:00 am

The father strode forward and crouched to collect the boys, embracing them until they wormed their way back down to earth to play. A melancholy smile slipped over Posey’s face, and her eyes softened as she came forward to greet him, quickly shaking her head at his remark.

“No more than usual, huhu,” she joked, and twitched her head around when one of the pups squealed – a short-lived noise that settled again into normal yaps. Relaxing, she looked the archer over with another smile. “Does me good t’ see a father as loving as you. Won’t take it for granted, yer a rare sort.”

She thought about three pups in the north, a stern white face that offered teeth and meat and nothing else, and shifted her paws. Devotion and affection did not always go hand-in-hand.

“What about you, manage t’ get some work done without the fluffs underfoot?” She broke out into a grin, recalling an earlier epiphany. “Oh Linden, you know, they remind me of dandelions. I want to blow on them and make a wish. I’ve never seen anything like them.”
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POSTED: Thu May 17, 2018 6:07 pm

He smiled at her words, but there was more to the expression than mirth – his eyes were thoughtful and small tightness appeared around his jaw. They might have had a full family before, and known their grandparents properly – but how could they now, when they had come into the world marked by who their mother had been?

It was cruel and it was unfair, but small mercies had allowed them to live. Small mercies had kept them alive this long.

They get that from their mother, he said, turning to watch them run and roll in the dirt. She had a lot of dog in her. The daughter of two noble houses, Mistral had much more in her than spitfire and ill-played intentions. He was glad to see her color and traces of her blossoming in the twins.

I've found the place, Linden went on, fresh excitement finding its way into his voice. Nearer the end of the town, and big enough for all of us – with some work I think it will be just fine.

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