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The little one’s shyness invoked a bubbly happiness she could not contain by a soft smile alone. She could feel his shuffling movements on her back, the subtle way he parted her mane to look around to whom she spoke with. When addressed, the Shepard lowered her front to the ground in a bow and as predicted, despite his protests the little one came rolling down into a soft heap of grass. “This little fellow is Salvador,” the autumn dame introduced her charge, earning a look of confusion from the boy. Drawing the whole of her large frame to the ground, she nudged the boy with her muzzle. “These are your packmates,” she told him gently. “They are also your family.”
And the blessings of family were not only in words it seemed as her ears turned toward the newly found couple with wonderful new to behold. Her tail rose excitedly as weathered lips parted in a smile with radiance to rival the welcoming spring rays. “Mates?” she beamed with renowned exuberance. “A blessing of the ancestors found when like hearts come together under their shining light… How could I deny such a gift from the two of you?” Salvador was momentarily startled as the large female abruptly stirred the ground in her rising to grant the pair a kiss of congratulations upon their crowns. “I am happy for you two,” she whined amidst her adorning affections. “And the pack shall know of this wonderful moment as well. We should gather and announce it! Such good things should not be kept to just ourselves!”
Oh she was brimming with happiness as if she had been proposed to all over again by her beloved mate, as if this moment was of her own wedding to be. “There shall be a feast,” she continued excitedly, circling both the pair and the little one with prancing steps until she made herself dizzy then dropped down beside the mated pair again.