08-03-2010, 10:11 PM
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ooc: suddenly, silver's longest post ever.
Xeris studied the child before her; it had been months since her own children were as small as this boy. She felt a pang of nostalgia arise for that time when they were still young and she didn't have to worry about them wandering off on their own. Back then, most of her time was spent in or near the cabin watching over them. She hadn't seen the other pack members, besides Pendzez, very often at all for several weeks. Whether or not this was a good choice, she was unsure. But if it was for the safety of her children, it was worth it.
As she gazed into the boy's bright blue eyes, so small but so full of life, he gave a reply to her question. Xeris blinked. She knew that Jefferson had children, but none that were this age. Naïve as she was, Xeris was still able to put two and two together. This child's father was Jefferson, and Geneva was watching over him--she must have been his mother. The white wolfess smiled, lowering her head a little to be closer to the pup's eye level. "Yes, I do know your father," she replied. "He is the one who keeps us all safe and organized here in the Valley." She didn't know whether or not the boy was aware Jefferson was the pack's leader, but figured she'd say this anyway.
And then he brought up the differences in the appearances of Geneva and Jefferson as opposed to Xeris. She had never thought about anything like that before--how a child must feel to be born to such unique-looking parents. But it was true; aside from the two small scars from Kaena's teeth, Xeris' face was clear of any sort of markings at all. She paused for a moment to think of an adequate explanation for him. "There are so many wolves in this world," she began, "And some of them look the same, and some of them don't. It's pretty interesting, don't you think?" It was a very vague explanation, but Xeris wanted to say something that the child would understand while not delving into the personal matters of herself or his parents.
It was then that the larger gray wolfess approached and greeted her packmate. "Geneva," Xeris responded, "It's good to see you." The gray-furred woman introduced the boy as Pripyat. Xeris liked the name, but felt there were more important questions to be asked. "Is he...your son?"
Xeris studied the child before her; it had been months since her own children were as small as this boy. She felt a pang of nostalgia arise for that time when they were still young and she didn't have to worry about them wandering off on their own. Back then, most of her time was spent in or near the cabin watching over them. She hadn't seen the other pack members, besides Pendzez, very often at all for several weeks. Whether or not this was a good choice, she was unsure. But if it was for the safety of her children, it was worth it.
As she gazed into the boy's bright blue eyes, so small but so full of life, he gave a reply to her question. Xeris blinked. She knew that Jefferson had children, but none that were this age. Naïve as she was, Xeris was still able to put two and two together. This child's father was Jefferson, and Geneva was watching over him--she must have been his mother. The white wolfess smiled, lowering her head a little to be closer to the pup's eye level. "Yes, I do know your father," she replied. "He is the one who keeps us all safe and organized here in the Valley." She didn't know whether or not the boy was aware Jefferson was the pack's leader, but figured she'd say this anyway.
And then he brought up the differences in the appearances of Geneva and Jefferson as opposed to Xeris. She had never thought about anything like that before--how a child must feel to be born to such unique-looking parents. But it was true; aside from the two small scars from Kaena's teeth, Xeris' face was clear of any sort of markings at all. She paused for a moment to think of an adequate explanation for him. "There are so many wolves in this world," she began, "And some of them look the same, and some of them don't. It's pretty interesting, don't you think?" It was a very vague explanation, but Xeris wanted to say something that the child would understand while not delving into the personal matters of herself or his parents.
It was then that the larger gray wolfess approached and greeted her packmate. "Geneva," Xeris responded, "It's good to see you." The gray-furred woman introduced the boy as Pripyat. Xeris liked the name, but felt there were more important questions to be asked. "Is he...your son?"