The Patter of Little Paws

Ciara O'Callahan · 07-12-2012, 12:27 PM

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OOC here!

While Kiara wondered and pined for the birth pack of her pups Ciara was quite content never to revisit her own. While she never had a pack, she and her mother had stayed in one area for the first six months of her life, happy except for the occasional visits from her evil, abusive father. He had tried to kill Ciara more than once, and mercilessly beat her mother. It was because of him that she’d never go across the water again, unless perhaps her mate went with her. Her eyes grew a little dark as she thought of him, and she gave a little shake of her head to push him out of her mind again.

During Lucia’s questioning, Ciara studied the mother between answers and realized that she had the same colouring as Augustus. Were they from the same cruel land? Her mate had only just recently told her of the harshness of life there, how he had suffered and thought nothing of it because all others suffered there. He was hard and cold, but she knew there was warmth there and he was beginning to open up to her. She blushed as she thought of their night on the beach, and realized it was a completely inappropriate thought to have in the presence of the mother and child.

“It’s a lot like here,” she said to Lucia, her voice soft with memory. “The water is all around, but the land has many trees, just like here. There are lots of moose there, and not nearly as many signs of humans unless you go to the island where the city is.” She hoped that her words were easy enough to understand for the puppy, but she was explaining for Kiara’s benefit too. Even though her birth place, Newfoundland, held many bad memories for her…she couldn’t deny that the place was a part of her.

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