08-02-2011, 08:31 PM
Rory was watching his one-month-old niece, Saorise. He smiled as she wobbled around, babbling as she did so. ”Ye are a cutie, aren’t ya, wee lassie. Yer mum ‘twould be so proud of ye.” He thought for a moment. ”Though I’m not so sure ‘bout yer uncle.” She ran over to him and stood with her front paws on his knees. He was about to say something but heard the howl. ”Well, lassie. It seems like we’re wanted dogs.” He got up and picked her up.
He grabbed his mandolin and headed to the meeting area. He saw a coywolf with two little pups about the age of his niece, including one that looked like Skye, the nice wolf that let him in to Cercatori d’Arte. So these must be her mate and pups. He gave them a friendly nod and greeting. ”’Ello there, sir, lad, lass.” Then he saw a grey wolf that he had not seen. Granted he hadn’t met many people since he came because he had been settling in. He gave her a friendly grin. ”’Ello, miss.” He sat down and let Saorise down to play. She started to wrestle with a stick. He started strumming the beginning of the tone “Spanish Lady.”
He grabbed his mandolin and headed to the meeting area. He saw a coywolf with two little pups about the age of his niece, including one that looked like Skye, the nice wolf that let him in to Cercatori d’Arte. So these must be her mate and pups. He gave them a friendly nod and greeting. ”’Ello there, sir, lad, lass.” Then he saw a grey wolf that he had not seen. Granted he hadn’t met many people since he came because he had been settling in. He gave her a friendly grin. ”’Ello, miss.” He sat down and let Saorise down to play. She started to wrestle with a stick. He started strumming the beginning of the tone “Spanish Lady.”