Here I Am; This Is Me

Ralla · 06-02-2011, 09:47 PM

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(Nootau: Not Visible) Ayasha gets first post, and then it's whoever wants to meet some pups <3 Forward-dated to the 8th

It was finally time! All three of the pups were old enough to venture from the den--aka, the confines of the tree hut--on their own four feet. Still wobbly, they were little more than little balls of fluff; barely able to move without tripping over large puppy-paws or stumble from lack of leg strength. It was absolutely endearing. They would now be allowed to play outside of the hut with supervision, even though Ralla had made it a point to get them in fresh air as often as possible anyway. Still, since they had to remain in lupus form, someone had to carry them up and down the hut manually. Once they were older, they would have to spend some time in the Town Hall until they could shift, since getting them up and down the tree hut would be impossible once they were bigger and still restricted to lupus form, but for now, they were being granted the privilege of their first freedom.

First to explore was Ahiga, who had already established himself at the top of the pecking order. Mostly white, the only grey on him that distinguished his appearance from his twin's was the grey sock on his left foreleg and the grey rimming his eyes. Alaster--more reserved and timid--only had the grey sock on the right foreleg to mark him, since both had the same forest green eyes as their mother. And then Aleu was the easiest to tell apart. She looked like her grandfather from Ralla's side, but had bright, sapphire-blue eyes that didn't come from anywhere in Ralla's family, and so was attributed to Kemo's side. Ralla assumed they were Kemo's eyes, even though they had since turned white from his blindness. But still, different as she was, she was hers and special in her own way. Taking her own first wobbly steps--trying to follow her brothers, who were far larger than her even at this stage--Ralla smiled sympathetically as she flopped downwards and began to whine in the high-pitched sound that little pups made when upset. How often she had heard that when she was feeding the little ones; a cry for attention or distress, only to find that it was far less troublesome than made to be. But Ralla didn't mind; such things would be taught with time. For now, just getting them up and about was the goal.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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