Picking Wildflowers

Mati Church · 08-01-2010, 01:50 PM

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If she had been in Optime form Mati would have scooped the puppy up and toted her around in her arms. Relieved beyond belief, the Nanny looked at the little one’s reaction and tried to speak with as much warmth as her grateful voice could manage. She had certainly been worried about her, but she wouldn’t place the blame on the puppy. She had done exactly what the game entailed, Parker had hid. And she had done a good job with the task that she had been given. The wolfess should have been more attentive, cheating even. It would have told her where the puppy was at all times, and she could have let Parker win even with the knowledge of her hiding place. Her safety was the most important of all.

With the agreement, Mati turned to set off for the nearest stream. She kept her pace slow enough for the pup to keep up, not wanting her to trail behind just incase she found another burrow to fall into. Momma wont like it if you track dirt into the house. She spoke, her tone light and mater of fact. It was important that they both got the dust from their bodies, for Mati felt a little bit on her snout and paws.

The two females strode casually as they cut across the small valley. They were silent, as they did so and the Church female wondered why it was that Parker had yet to begin speaking. She had thought on it before, and could not yet figure what it was that kept her so quiet. Perhaps she talked to the other pups, or just her mother and father. But was it right to place it all on shyness? Shrugging it off Mati slowed as they entered the lightly wooded forest beyond the grassy meadow, the scent of water filling her nose. Here we go. Mati stepped into the shallow running water, smiling at Parker.

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