Remember the Footsteps

Pixie Frost · 11-23-2010, 01:56 AM

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It was odd, to see this giant of a wolf playing a cheerful tune to a litter of pups. But Pixie recognized him from the birthing and knew him to be the pups’ father. She had little reason to be afraid of him, despite the fact that he towered over her. Slipping into the room quietly, she remembered her manners and said, “Pixie Frost. Nice to finally meet you, Jazper.”

The blue-gray wolfess settled herself on a chair a few feet away from where the young bundles of fluff were napping. “They’re really cute,” she remarked. “But from what they look like now, you’d never think they would grow up to be wolves. They kinda look like rabbits at this point.” She gave Jazper a small smile. “’Cept I’ve never heard a rabbit bark or yip or any of the other things young pups do.” If there was one thing Pixie still remembered about her siblings, it was that they were the noisiest creatures when they were feeding on their mother’s milk. She had lost sleep and time to caring for the little buggers, and so now she carried a hint of dryness in her voice when she spoke of the pups in her new pack. Obviously, she had nothing against the children of Jazper and Ghita, and she didn’t need to care for them like she had with her siblings. She simply wasn’t as enthralled by pups as most females were, cute as they could be.

“Say, whatcha playing there, Jazper?” she asked, eager to change the subject. Turning around her guitar so that she could see it, she quickly compared the male’s instrument to her own. His was similar to the guitar in that it had a neck and a round body with strings going along it, but it was much smaller than a guitar and had a more elegant, curvy shape. Jazper also appeared to be plucking the strings not with his fingers, but with a strange object that looked a little like a bow used to shoot arrows.

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