They woke to the world with no sight. It was their nose that they followed. Such an instinct still led them till the day of their death. Touch was there, hearing as well. And compared to the rest, sight was late to attend the party. It was only natural that the things they saw needed question. Their nose did not speak of such a mystery, and with their nose they would not learn of the way thing became during hibernation. It would not teach them how a bird flew, how a butterfly grew and escaped from a cocoon. Their eyes could tell them, and it was at Gotham’s age that the training of sight was the hardest. The ways of the wolf were based on scent, where changes started there before any where else. A wolf grew sick, it was there scent that spoiled before their form. A wolf became fearful, and the scent was sweet before weakness seen. It was hard to tell the way a bug would change, with no scent to guide them.
“We could check back every morning…” She said, a smile on her face. His invitation made her feel the urge to giggle and laugh. She had said that it would take days, right? In truth Mati didn’t know how long this butterfly would be before it broke free and flew away. She could only hope that it would be soon. Gotham needed to know that patience was needed for such a waiting game that they would be playing.
“see if he is ready to wake up?” A soft smile was worn on her maw, violet eyes looking at the pup that sat beside her. His bright blue eyes looking back up at her.
“We could check to see if Mister Green built his house.” She offered. To bad they couldn’t sit and waste the day away, waiting for a butterfly to wake. Maybe beside the lesson of nature’s miracles she could teach him a little about the virtue of patience.
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