Clothes trailing from the backdoor to the bedroom

Orin Takekuro · 06-24-2012, 12:53 PM

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Somewhere within the comfortable fog of dreams she was aware of Mars moving on the bed. He nuzzled and kissed her gently, and she stirred just a little but did not wake. The father was admiring the pups, admiring her, and when he nudged her and spoke a little louder, still softly, and kissed her again her eyes finally opened ever so slightly. She looked at him with bleary eyes that slowly slid closed again, a goofy smile coming to her muzzle as she giggled sleepily. “No it's not,” she mumbled. “The puppies say so. It's sleep time.” Sure, they slept a lot, but not always at once, which left Orin with precious few moments to get some real rest herself. Though now that they were getting a little older things were starting to smooth out, and she was able to get a routine. Mars stepped up to the plate when he could, too, and would take some of the load off of her... except for when they were hungry. There was little he could do for a hungry pup, since all they wanted was Orin's milk. And it seemed like they were always hungry.

A moment went by and just when she might have started to snore again, something poked at her belly. Her eyes opened quickly, a bit in shock, and she looked down to see Vladmir looking for food, and by luck of the draw he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot. Darn it, they were waking up. She lifted her head and gave the pup a lick, trying to discourage his search but he still latched on anyway, and then bumped her muzzle into Mars's and licked his cheek. “It's time to wean them. I love them and all but I want to raise wolves, not fleas!” She was joking, of course. She loved the time spend bonding with her nursing children. But still, it was time to introduce meat into their diet and slowly wean them off of her milk. They were at the age where meat would soon be vital to their growth, and she knew the Russo could provide it for them.

“Mrrrf!” she whined that high pitched canine sound as Vlad bit too hard, and she reached a paw down and pushed him back. “That's enough, you just ate.” And when he tried to return she nipped at him; it was a loving nip, and completely natural for a wolf mother to do to her pups. She was teaching them, after all, and right now they understood the ways of the wolf better than the confusing language and gestures of Optime. This warning was enough, so the boy began to chew on one of his sleeping sister's ears, which promptly woke said sister and kicked off a wrestling match. She sighed and looked back to Mars. “I guess we're up now.” She chortled and then bumped her head into Mars's.

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