The Patter of Little Paws
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Things were getting steadily better for the golden Epsilon. She and Augustus had spoken of their issues and were working on them, relieving the young wolf of the pressures and cloud of uncertainty which had been smothering her since the start of their mateship. She knew that Augustus did care for her, enough to forgive her for the indiscretion with Zalen. Her belly was full, her figure filling out again to the healthy shape she'd had before the incident, and her coat had retained its golden shine. The dreaded heat scent had left her completely weeks before, and she could relax around her mate.

The girl was missing her pack. During her heat Augustus had kept them in a different den and she hadn't ventured out much to meet anyone besides Tharin. She had kept to that den, and then either in the communal den or the outskirts of the territory afterward. She felt like a Pariah, not an Epsilon, but it was entirely her fault. She'd been too afraid to approach Zalen or Titania since that tense day, scared that they would still be angry at her or bitter. While she could tell that the Alphess was in heat and was happy for her, that didn't necessarily mean that all was well between the two females. She missed Soran and Shandom as well, and her adopted sister, Insomnia.

She knew that she had to focus on happier things, and mend the distance between herself and her packmates instead of whining about it. Since the arrival of the she-wolf Kiara, there had been the smell of puppies in New Dawn's territory, and Ciara had yet to meet them. A maternal and loving wolf deep-down, she wanted to get to know the pup and offer to babysit should Kiara ever need it. Other than just loving pups in general and not being blessed with the opportunity to be near them often in her life, the golden yearling wanted practice for the day she birthed a litter for Augustus.

Pulling herself from her spot in the den, Ciara shook out and then preened her fur, wanting to look her best and not quite so disheveled. She then trotted out of the den and to the nearby stream, wetting her muzzle and drinking her fill. She was a little hungry, but too anxious and hopeful to meet the mother and her pup. So she walked up to the crest near the communal den and sat back on her haunches. Tipping her nose to the sky, the golden girl released a song for Kiara and her pup, but welcoming other members of the pack as well. She just wanted to be surrounded by family.


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