Riding through the glen... [p]

Robin Aatte · 10-11-2011, 04:35 PM

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Argh! Sorry for the wait on this again. WC: 850

The little patchwork girl was indeed growing fast, soon enough it would be time for herself and her siblings to find other places to live, the house was already beginning to feel a little cramped with them all piled into it together, practically living on top of one another. She did not want to leave home yet and indeed it would be a while away at the moment, but eventually the time would come, her brother and sister were growing just as she was, soon enough there would be six adult wolves living in the little house, it would be too much for the small building to take. This was far from the small girl's mind at the moment though, she was far too focused on the things that came with youth, imaginary games, climbing trees, playing with her siblings and of course the newest happening in her life, the new Optime form that she had found. Oh what fun she would have in this form, it was almost guarenteed that she would manage to find new and fun adventures and games to play in this new form, she wondered how Linden and Fee would react to see her in this form. She wondered for a moment if Linden would be jealous, she had shifted first after all, he often played her sidekick in their games, she wondered if he would feel the sidekick in this now as well, her being the first of the three to shift might upset Linden, she had not thought about this before now, she crinkled her nose at the idea of her ochre coloured brother being jealous of her.The small patchwork girl looked up at her father as he began to speak again, her tail wagging slightly, she was managing to control it more now, holding it more in place to prevent her falling over again. She enjoyed having time with her Daddy, she was most definately a daddy's girl, she enjoyed the excitement of her father's role in the pack, he was indeed her hero, she adored him; she much preferred spending time with him to spending time with her mother, she loved both of her parents equally, but she often found that time with her father was more exciting. The male explained that he had been just as wobbly as her on her feet and her little tail wagged as she listened to his tale.

For a moment the patchwork female wondered why the male had had to use trees to move about, where had his father been? Surely he had had a daddy just as she did, though she realised that he had never spoken about her father, she had only heard mention of him once, when the sable female who had claimed to be her great grandmother had arrived at the borders; then Haven had mentioned something about his father, it seemed that he had done something terrible, but the little female did not know what it was that he had done. Surely he had also had a mother as well though, grandmother Anu had raised her father, why had she not helped him with the walking?
“Why did you just use trees? Did grandmother not help you?” The small female asked curiously, her head turning to one side as she looked at her father, she wondered what it was that had happened to make him so wary of the sable female and the family that he had. Her father then spoke again, small two tone ears turned to catch the sound of his voice, small patchwork coloured head remaining on one side in thought as she watched her father. The male spoke of finding her a bow, seeing if there was one at the castle where he had found his sword, this excited the little female, it meant that their weapons would be something of a pair in her mind, that they would be linked by coming from the same place, Robin's tail began to wag a little more as she looked at her father, thinking in delight of having her own bow. He then explained that the pack near to where grandma Anu and aunt Mati lived would most likely have a bow and someone to teach her, her tail wagged with excitement. The little female wanted to go now! She wanted to go and see this other pack, to see if there was anything that they might be able to help her with, little did she know that soon she would not want to go anywhere near the spiritual pack that lay in the far West of the lands.
"Oh yes, I would very much like to get a bow, can we go to see them soon? Do you think that they would be happy to help me with learning to use a bow? Where is the castle that you found your sword daddy?" The little female asked, beginning her wandering again, wobbling steps taking her this way and that, though they were markedly more confident and comfortable than they had been when this lesson had begun.

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