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Whatever thought held the pup’s interest must have been something of impress to her to make her eyes grow so big and tail to wag that excitedly. She could only imagine what went on in the mind of the child, having only vague glimpses of her own childhood to compare to, but it was entertaining to watch the changes of expression and hear the wonder and curiosity in her voice.
Looking down at her, she tilted her head subtly in thought, envisioning the child not as dark as she was now, but fairly lighter with tinges of an auburn saddle. Or perhaps grey was more fitting… Her head cocked to the other side as she drifted further into this thought, laying the genetic plan that might have been for the children she wished to have. Would they look like her just as she looked like her father? It was only because her mother was nearly the same in complexion that she was birth with little differentiation between her sire. It was her sister that had taken more of their mother’s colorings than she, except for the umber gloves and boots worn by herself and their brother. Just how were the colorings of the litter determined? Was it something dominant that the male carried? Would her children be as dark as Saluce?
The innocent inquiry ripped the woman from her daydream to focus again in on the little one awaiting an answer. “A year?” she repeated, assuring herself that she had heard right before attempting to explain. “Well a year is a very long time for some… but can be very short for others. For you, I’m sure a year will pass very quickly for you. But you will know a year as ended when everything does not look so big to you.” It was the best way she could think of explaining it. Somehow speaking of changing seasons and how many times the sun rose and set did not seem like a conceivable concept to a pup. Perhaps even this concept of time was a stretch…