Word Count→000 :: OOC: So...much joy...X3
Sankara could not believe it. Newborn pups! here in Cercatori d' Arte! As soon as the words came to her ears she had began to work on a special gift for the proud mom. Even though her only tool was a simple pencil, she had managed to get colors for her drawing by other ways, such as berries. The drawing showed a proud orin mother with three pups. Sankara was not sure about the color of the pups' pelts, so she left them white or greyish. They were laying on a forest like area, between some snow covered ferns. Sankara had rushed a bit, but she hoped that the white woman liked it.
When the drawing was completely dry (which took a time since everything was still snowy) she rolled it and grabbed it with her mouth, heading to Thornsbury. When she entered she followed a path that she remembered. Orin's store was close by. As the grizzly female passed by some houses, she noticed that they were repaired. She supposed that Shawchert must had been working on them.
The store was full of other smells. Some familiar, some not much. It seems like i was not the inly one who decided to visit Orin. Sankara stopped a few feet before the store's entrance. There must have been many people inside. Sankara worried about that. The pups should be on a quiet and peaceful enviroment, not a cramped one. Anyways, she managed to open the door with one paw and walked towards the group gathered in one corner. She placed her gift on the ground and let out a small 'hi' to aware them of her prescence. The wolfess grabbed the paper on her jaws again and walked towards the group. She managed to take a peek from behind Skye's back and saw what everybody had been contemplating with such devotion.
There, laying on some sheets, was Orin with three smallbabies cuddling on her side. Sankara was mesmerized. She had never seen such tender and helpless beings. The female's eyes filled with fascination. Orin was such a fortunate woman. To carry with the gift of life on her belly...
Sankara glimpsed at the other extreme of Orin's body. There was Shawchert. The father of those babies, looking at them. Sankara returned her gaze to the mother, and laid the rolled drawing on her feet to have her mouth free to talk. "Orin...this is...beautyful!" Her voice was soft and reassuring. Then she looked at her gift. "I- brought you something, would you like to check it later?" The wolfess' gaze returned to the bundles huddled on the woman's side. What a proud mother you must be...
