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Although she hadn't been drinking her mother's milk for about a week or so at this point, she was still somewhat oblivious as to just what she was eating. She knew that meat came from animals and that it was caught by other wolves from her pack, but what she had never grasped was the fact that these animals were being chased and killed before it was bestowed in front of her for consumption. As far as she was concerned, meat was like her mother's milk - the animals offered it to her pack-mates and they gladly took it as their source of food. There was nothing wrong with that, now was there?
Poppy was looking forward to hunting however; it seemed as though it could be a lot of fun. She had overheard a few wolves talking about it the other day and they definitely seemed excited after coming back with some fresh meat!
"I don't get punished often; I'm a good puppy! Maggie and Foxglove are too!" the two-month old said cheerfully; the smile that had appeared on his face made her own wolfy smile stretch the corners of her mouth in return.
Teach Foxglove how to be brave? Poppy was a patient wolf, but she wasn't that patient! She shook her furry head however, showing him that indeed she'd try to do just that. Maybe that way, the next time Niro came - would he come? - Foxglove would tag along! Poppy hoped he'd come back... "You missed us?" she added curiously, her face scrunched up in a confused expression as she looked up at him.
"Well... now that you're leg is feeling better you're going to come more often, right?" she asked, unsure as to how Mama would feel about that. To be honest, she was certain her mother had missed Niro and that his presence here at Dahlia would make the older Monroe wolf happy; as much as it would make Niro's daughters happy.
It had surely never occured to the russet Monroe daughter that her Mama and Niro weren't together for a reason... and that chances were slim - non-existent, actually - that they'd ever be a real family. Niro had a home in his pack, wherever that was, and Mama lived here with Aunt Pippa and everyone else, yet somehow Poppy wasn't going to believe any of the facts.
Oh, telling Niro about her fight (play, of course) with Foxglove sounded like a great idea but she wasn't entirely sure if him bringing her all the way home to the Victorian house near the orchards was a good plan. "Uh... okay." she said a little timidly, her chatty mood seeming to seep out of her all of a sudden. "My home is that way." she informed him as her head twisted slightly toward the direction she'd gotten here from.
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Although she hadn't been drinking her mother's milk for about a week or so at this point, she was still somewhat oblivious as to just what she was eating. She knew that meat came from animals and that it was caught by other wolves from her pack, but what she had never grasped was the fact that these animals were being chased and killed before it was bestowed in front of her for consumption. As far as she was concerned, meat was like her mother's milk - the animals offered it to her pack-mates and they gladly took it as their source of food. There was nothing wrong with that, now was there?
Poppy was looking forward to hunting however; it seemed as though it could be a lot of fun. She had overheard a few wolves talking about it the other day and they definitely seemed excited after coming back with some fresh meat!
"I don't get punished often; I'm a good puppy! Maggie and Foxglove are too!" the two-month old said cheerfully; the smile that had appeared on his face made her own wolfy smile stretch the corners of her mouth in return.
Teach Foxglove how to be brave? Poppy was a patient wolf, but she wasn't that patient! She shook her furry head however, showing him that indeed she'd try to do just that. Maybe that way, the next time Niro came - would he come? - Foxglove would tag along! Poppy hoped he'd come back... "You missed us?" she added curiously, her face scrunched up in a confused expression as she looked up at him.
"Well... now that you're leg is feeling better you're going to come more often, right?" she asked, unsure as to how Mama would feel about that. To be honest, she was certain her mother had missed Niro and that his presence here at Dahlia would make the older Monroe wolf happy; as much as it would make Niro's daughters happy.
It had surely never occured to the russet Monroe daughter that her Mama and Niro weren't together for a reason... and that chances were slim - non-existent, actually - that they'd ever be a real family. Niro had a home in his pack, wherever that was, and Mama lived here with Aunt Pippa and everyone else, yet somehow Poppy wasn't going to believe any of the facts.
Oh, telling Niro about her fight (play, of course) with Foxglove sounded like a great idea but she wasn't entirely sure if him bringing her all the way home to the Victorian house near the orchards was a good plan. "Uh... okay." she said a little timidly, her chatty mood seeming to seep out of her all of a sudden. "My home is that way." she informed him as her head twisted slightly toward the direction she'd gotten here from.
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